[Intro]
I hope you're happy.
No, really.
I just hope
you're happy in a way
that annoys me less.
[Verse 1]
I heard you're seeing someone.
I heard it casually,
which is a funny way
to ruin somebody's afternoon.
My friend said:
“Don't make that face.”
I said:
“What face?”
She didn't answer.
Fair enough.
Apparently she's nice.
That's inconvenient.
I would've preferred
something easier to hate.
Like if she were terrible.
Or boring.
Or had some obvious flaw
I could repeat to myself
until I felt better.
But no.
She's pretty.
She's funny.
Of course she is.
You always had
annoyingly good taste.
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know
we're done.
I know.
You don't need
to remind me.
But knowing something's over
doesn't mean
you stop being stupid about it.
[Chorus]
I HOPE YOU MISS ME WRONG.
AT THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME.
WHEN SHE'S RIGHT THERE BESIDE YOU
AND SOMETHING
MAKES YOU THINK OF MINE.
I HOPE YOU MISS ME WRONG.
NOT ENOUGH TO COME BACK.
JUST ENOUGH TO RUIN
ONE PERFECT LITTLE NIGHT YOU HAVE.
Is that immature?
Probably.
But you broke my heart politely.
So let me be dramatic
for a song.
I hope you're happy.
I just hope...
you miss me wrong.
[Verse 2]
I deleted all our pictures.
Then checked the deleted folder.
That's technically progress.
I think.
I stopped wearing your hoodie.
Mostly because my mother said:
“Either wash that thing
or throw it out.”
Romance is dead.
Thanks, Mom.
I don't stalk your page.
Not exactly.
Sometimes your name just appears
under somebody else's photo
and apparently my thumb
has free will.
Then I spend ten minutes
learning absolutely nothing useful
about people
I don't even know.
You look good.
That's rude.
I would've appreciated
a brief decline.
Nothing serious.
Just bad hair
for a couple of months.
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know
I'm supposed to grow.
Take the lesson.
Wish you well.
Become some elegant person
who smiles and says:
“It was for the best.”
Maybe next year.
[Chorus]
I HOPE YOU MISS ME WRONG.
AT THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME.
WHEN SHE'S RIGHT THERE BESIDE YOU
AND SOMETHING
MAKES YOU THINK OF MINE.
I HOPE YOU MISS ME WRONG.
NOT ENOUGH TO COME BACK.
JUST ENOUGH TO RUIN
ONE PERFECT LITTLE NIGHT YOU HAVE.
Is that immature?
Probably.
But you broke my heart politely.
So let me be dramatic
for a song.
I hope you're happy.
I just hope...
you miss me wrong.
[Verse 3]
The worst part is
I don't even want you back.
Not really.
I remember why we ended.
I remember crying in your car
while you stared through the windshield
like the answer might be parked outside.
I remember asking:
“Do you still love me?”
and hating how long
you took to breathe.
So no.
I don't want that again.
I just hate the idea
that you got to leave
and become somebody's
better decision.
While I had to spend months
turning our ending
into a personality trait.
That's unfair.
Not objectively.
Emotionally.
Which is the only kind
that matters in this song.
[Bridge]
[Piano and voice]
Here's the part
where I'm supposed to say:
“I forgive you.”
[Drums slowly building]
I do.
Sometimes.
Other times
I hope our song comes on
when you're having
the best day of your life.
[Guitars entering]
And for three minutes...
you remember everything.
My laugh.
My room.
The way I said your name.
[Full band]
And maybe your chest hurts
just a little.
Not forever.
Just enough.
[Final Chorus]
I HOPE YOU MISS ME WRONG.
WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU'D MOVED ON.
WHEN YOUR LIFE LOOKS PERFECT
AND THEN OUR OLD SONG COMES ON.
I HOPE YOU MISS ME WRONG.
AND THEN LET IT PASS.
'CAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU BACK.
I JUST DON'T WANT
TO BE THAT EASY TO FORGET.
Maybe that's childish.
Maybe that's human.
Maybe they're the same
when you're young.
I hope you're happy.
I think I mean it now.
But somewhere underneath that...
I hope you miss me wrong.
[Outro]
My friend asks:
“You done?”
I say:
“Yeah.”
Then add one more line.
