Seventeen Percent

\[Verse 1\]

You left your hoodie in the laundry I left your last text on read There's a half-eaten pizza in the kitchen And your side of the bed

My friends say I should be crying Guess I'm doing something wrong I've been staring at the ceiling For three hours with no song

You changed your profile picture I changed the channel on TV You said you'd never find another Well, that's unfortunate for me

\[Pre-Chorus\]

I could write a little paragraph About the way you broke my heart But the Wi-Fi's acting funny And I haven't got the spark

\[Chorus\]

I'm too tired to miss you Too lazy to be mad You took the good years with you But you left the charging pad

I could hate you on a Monday I could cry on Saturday But I've got nothing in the freezer And I'm running out of days

Oh, I think I'm gonna miss you But I'll probably miss my train And if heartbreak's a full-time job I'm not applying again

\[Verse 2\]

Your mother still sends me recipes Your brother likes my posts I think your dog was more committed Than the person I loved most

There's a playlist called Forever That I made when we were young Now it plays while I am brushing All the toothpaste off my tongue

You said I'd regret this ending That I'd beg you to come home I've been meaning to feel something But I've mostly just been cold

\[Pre-Chorus\]

I could burn your little letters Make a movie of my pain But the lighter's in the drawer somewhere And it's probably gonna rain

\[Chorus\]

I'm too tired to miss you Too lazy to be mad You took the good years with you But you left the charging pad

I could hate you on a Monday I could cry on Saturday But I've got nothing in the freezer And I'm running out of days

Oh, I think I'm gonna miss you But I'll probably miss my train And if heartbreak's a full-time job I'm not applying again

\[Bridge — spoken, with a wonky little guitar riff\]

I hope you find somebody Who remembers your birthday

I hope they like your stories And your weird-ass taste in Chardonnay

I hope you live a happy life With a garden and a dog

I hope you never text me 'Cause my phone is on one bar

And I don't wanna be dramatic But the laundry needs to dry

And there's a moth inside my bedroom That I've named Geraldine tonight

\[Final Chorus — louder, messy harmonies\]

I'm too tired to miss you Too sleepy to feel sad You can keep the stupid memories Just give me back my cap

I could write you one last letter I could tell you we're through But I've got seventeen percent And I've got better things to do

Oh, maybe I'll remember All the things we used to be But right now there's a pigeon Doing something weird to me

And if heartbreak's a full-time job Then baby, I'm on leave

\[Outro — soft, almost laughing\]

I deleted all your pictures...

Well, most of them, I guess.

There's one where you look really stupid.

It's my favorite, nevertheless.

Anyway...

I should probably do the dishes.