I think I’m gonna clean my apartment
Get rid of all the things that I don’t need
Come and pick ’em up if you want them
I’ll leave ’em right by the door
I don’t want it anymore
I think I’m gonna go to a party
Hang out with a friend you were worried ’bout
And I don’t have to say I’m sorry
For something I didn’t do
Ain’t making it all ’bout you
So, hey, what’s the use being sad over you
Now I can’t seem to remember being broken
And hey, what’s the time? ‘Cause you’re not on my mind
I’m just making sure I won’t forget the moment
When I’m not sad anymore
I’m not sad anymore, no more now
I’m just mad at myself for being dumb enough to love you
But I’m not sad anymore
I’m gonna reconnect with my old self
I like the one I was before we met
I’m gonna buy a one-way ticket
Go places I’ve never been
‘Cause I can do anything
Going out on Monday
Spend all of my money
Sleep into the afternoon
I got all this time now
When you’re not around and
I’m not running after
You took up all my space
And it feels so good to say
Hey, what’s the use being sad over you
Now I can’t seem to remember being broken
And hey, what’s the time? ‘Cause you’re not on my mind
I’m just making sure I won’t forget the moment
When I’m not sad anymore
I’m not sad anymore, no more now
I’m just mad at myself for being dumb enough to love you
But I’m not sad anymore
I think I’m gonna throw me a party
And dance around the kitchen like
I never got hurt, never gave up my heart
It doesn’t feel I loved you at all
Hey, what’s the use being sad over you
Now I can’t seem to remember being broken
And hey, what’s the time? ‘Cause you’re not on my mind
I’m just making sure I won’t forget the moment
When I’m not sad anymore
I’m not sad anymore, no more now
I’m just mad at myself for being dumb enough to love you
But I’m not sad anymore
I’m not sad anymore, no more now
I’m just mad at myself for being dumb enough to love you
But I’m not sad anymore
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