Lyrics

I wake up every morning
In a bed made up for two
And I wonder if you’re thinking about me
The way I’m thinking about you
And I’m trying to wrap my head around
All the stupid shit you do
Justified in every word you say
Until a lie becomes the truth
Your cruel reaction took a switchblade knife
And cut our lives neatly in two
So I’ll be living in this after-life
And it gets better after you
I took a lotta time to find myself
I guess for you, you need a friend
Funny how I used to see myself
Standing beside you in the end
So many times, I sat there praying
And begging for the pain to ease
I guess you were praying to a different God
While you were down there on your knees
Your cruel reaction took a switchblade knife,
and cut our lives neatly in two
So I’ll be living in this after-life
And it gets better after you.
And it gets better after you now honey
And it gets better after you
Your cruel reaction took a switchblade knife
And cut our lives neatly in two
So I’ll be living in this afterlife
And it gets better after you

Took a little time to myself,
I figured that you'd do the same,
You were no good to my mental health,
But I'm grateful for the pain,
Your cruel reaction took a switchblade knife
Cut our lives neatly in two,
So I'll be living in the afterlife,
And it gets better after you.