My blood is boiling up right to the back of my eyes. Too many knots in my throat, I couldn't speak if I tried, I wouldn't know what to say. Congratulations, I guess That means no more phone calls Or "I love you, goodnight," And I'm glad you moved North So I won't hear you're doing alright. Three years of my life. The best years of my life. Now I feel like Joel Barish, need you erased from my mind. Need you erased from my mind.