I’ve been treated worse, but it’s been a while,
from the muttered curse to the bitter smile,
we were once in love, now I don’t know why,
but I think I’ll thank you when you say goodbye..
sometimes love is like a glass of milk,
when the milk goes sour you’ve gotta throw it out,
yeah, and sometimes love is like a hand grenade,
if you left me now, that would be okay..
‘cause I think I’ll thank you when you say goodbye,
just like I thank every sharp stick that pokes me in the eye,
I can’t live without you, but I’d like to try,
I think I’ll thank you when you say goodbye..
and they say what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger,
but I’m just not convinced that I’ll get out alive,
maybe you have helped to build my character,
have I grown patience, or just a thicker hide?..
I should break this off, but I’m a little stuck,
a little broken down, a little shaken up,
but if I piss you off half of what you say,
you really should be gone, gone, gone now any day,
and I think I’ll thank you when you say goodbye,
just like I thank every sharp stick that pokes me in the eye,
I can’t live without you, but I’d like to try,
I think I’ll thank you when you say goodbye,
just like a sailboat thanks bad weather,
when it didn’t quite capsize,
I can chop an onion, if I need to cry,
but I think I’ll thank you, yes I’m gonna thank you,
I think I’ll thank you when you say goodbye…
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