Every night, a ménage à trois
With my cellphone and my laptop
Getting tormented by Timehop
Remember how happy you were before the breakup?

I miss you
Or at least a projection of the better things that you do
We're both better off now that we're through

Now we're both drinking less and working more
I'm not the emotional wreck that I was before
So if I call don't pick up the phone
Cause I can't improve myself until I am alone

I miss you
Or at least a projection of the better things that you do
My memories exclude your negative qualities
It's not that you suck, it's not right for me

If I go to heaven, I'll be with you for eternity
If you go to hell, then you'll have to hang out with me