I'm so glad you're gone
You only exist in my songs
You're a figure of speech
And when I called you a leech
I meant it half-way
Someday you'll stop
And see everyone disappear
And who will be here for you?
I will be gone
I will be gone, baby
I will be gone
I will be gone
Streetlamps
Over your head
Cry baby, mine
You're all alone, alone...