Lyrics

A lonely, lightly, salted bag of popcorn
Lies neglected in a dirty microwave.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
When she explodes just like a hand grenade.
All that's left, when you pick up all the pieces
Is just a broken shell of what once used to be.
Now there ain't much else of you left with me.

I could only think of ten thousand reasons
So I just keep telling myself why.
My only aim was ever meant to please you
But all I ever did was make you cry.
Every time I smell you body on the pillow
Brings back those precious memories.
Now there ain't much else of you left with me.

There's a picture that's still hanging in our hallway
That reminds me of all our broken dreams.
Now there ain't much else of you left with me.
No there ain't much else of you left with me.