So this is what I missed in my last year without you: 
just a hundred nights that I don't sleep alone. 
It [bad [bad word] that I don't wake up feeling, “Oh no, not again.
I spent my last six bucks on whiskey 
and I sent a thousand texts that I regret.”
They're written in a language I don't know. 
There are things you know about me now that I wish you didn't know.
It's all right.
And I see that I missed the subtle hints you left me,
that my little lies had actually hurt a lot. 
I never meant to cause you drama. 
I never meant to fall in love and then deny it, try to hide it, 
but when I we kissed, I would be done.
And speaking in some language I don't know. 
There are things you know about me now that I wish you didn't know.
Hey there Melissa, you're [bad word] awesome. 
I just keep going on and on when you're not around.
But I'm always around, probably dragging you down.
Though I do my best for you.