Testo Day Man

All my favourite things
Left by the side of the road
Packed in boxes
Post-marked until my wit comes home

So don't tell me distance comes easier with time

You will always be much better at saying goodbye
There are things we share
And I was ashamed of the liar
Packed in boxes
I set every trace of you on fire

So don't tell me distance comes easier with time
You're a bastard that left no goodbye

You will always be much better at saying goodbye

If you must die then die for something
If you're going to fall I won't yank the carpet out

You can't kill the pain
I miss the days you didn't dump on everyone