Stupid moments make me miss you
Like red pepper and hand soap
It is the little things that hurt the most
I’ll find a better way to cope.
Something urgent must be done
To get you out my head
You go round and round and round and round
Let’s do something else instead
What is the flippin’ use of trying
There is nothing I can do
Everything I know and say
A reminder of perfect you
I guess it could be much much worse
And I guess it could be better
I could be with you all the time
But I could have never met ya.