When I leave I won't miss you

I won't miss your voice

Your crude humor

Or your reckless personality

I won't miss you

I'll miss the idea of you

The version of you I thought of

The version that I made up

Because I thought I needed to

I won't miss you

Not the real you

The one that hurts me

The one that makes me cry

The one that thinks he's right every time

I won't miss that

I'll never fucking miss that

I'll miss the idea that you were funny

That you liked me

That you were a good person

But you're not

You're not a good person

The idea of you is

And it's the idea that I will miss