I hope your music chokes you,
and I hope all your best friends die.
I hope she's better off without you
and they miss your last goodbye.

I hope when you lie in bed at night
you're haunted by the ghost
of your past and former lovers,
the ones you knew the most.

I hope that they remind you now
of what you did to me,
of all the ways you hurt me
but then you set me free.

I can breathe on my own now
without seeing your silly face.
I walk all by myself now
with a surprising airy grace.

That doesn't mean I don't still hate you;
that is far from the truth.
I can hardly stand to look at you
without wanting to break your tooth.

I just don't need you anymore
or your lack of love.
I can fly on my own
free as a dove.