Get Used To It...

I realise that I shouldn't get pissed off because he's late home.

This is what it's going to be like after I kick his arse out anyway. Or when he just leaves of his own accord. I shouldn't feel lonely. Or alone. I've got everything I need to make me happy right here.

I won't be able to miss him when he's gone.

If we break up I'll only be sitting here by myself so I'd better get used to it I suppose.

You know it's time to go to bed when... every song on the radio means something.