I must have had a dream about you 
Cause I woke up in the worst of moods 
And when I looked at the clock my day was [bad word] 
I'm glad that you like your new place 
And I hope your new job works out well 
I'm getting used to my kitchen and sleeping by myself 

And as we talk and reminisce 
I barely mask how deeply I'm depressed 
And though I [bad word] 
I think I just might 
Cause it can't get much worse 

And I hope that you're unhappy to be alone 

I'm at my suit job everyday 
And Farside's writing a new LP 
And though I still hate school I've almost got my degree 
I keep myself so busy now 
Cause I don't want to be at home at all 
Cause everytime that I'm there I'm [bad word] that you haven't called 

And then I dwell and reminisce 
About the time I bought the angel dress 
That you wore for me 
And the sun went down 
And you swore you were mine 

And I hope that you're unhappy to be alone 
I don't want to cry anymore than I cry, just as least as much 

I know your children will be beautiful 
But I don't ever want to know that they exist at all 
So let's not talk and reminisce 
Cause it won't clear the cobwebs in my chest 
When I clench the phone and I grind my teeth 
I know that I'm alone 

And I hope, I hope you're miserable 
And I hope that you're unhappy to be alone