So you say you are sick of love
Got a mind to give the damn thing up
Got a housefull of stuff your lovers left
Gonna take a bus to the city dump with it

So you want to throw away the old you
But the old yous old enough to know
It wont make it better

Sick of being a loser, so you say
Gonna go out and choose a new personality
Aint gonna look at her pictures, lie awake all night
Youre gonna dazzle the future with your inner light

So you want to throw away the old you
But the old yous old enough to know
It wont make it better

Ive set out on that mission too
A little revolution to forget her
Trying to make it better