I wear him like a tattoo
 I wear him like a scar
 I wear him like a hangover
 That ain't worn off so far
 I pour him cups of coffee
 I take him in my dreams
 I talk to him like he's still hear
 But you won't ever see him

 'Cause he [bad word] back
 Happy where he's at
 And I'm living in the past
 And he [bad word] back
 Mmmm

 The mirror tells a story
 That I just don't want to hear
 The reflection of a broken girl
 Has never been more clear
 I found his favorite t-shirt
 That's a good excuse to call
 But there's nothing here that he wants
 When he left he took it all

 He [bad word] back
 Happy where he's at
 Oh and I'm living in the past
 And he [bad word] back

 I know what I did wrong
 And I wish [bad word] back home

 But he [bad word] back
 Happy where he's at
 And I'm living in the past
 And he [bad word] back
 Oh