Oh, I miss the misery

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I've been a mess since you stayed
I've been a mess since you changed
Don't let me get in your way
I miss the lies and the pain
The fights that keep us awake-ake-ake
I'm tellin' you

I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the scream and the way that you played me
I miss the phone calls
When it's your phone
I miss the late nights; I don't miss you at all

I like that kick in the face
And the things you do to me
I love the way that it hurts
I don't miss you, I miss the misery

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I've tried but I just can't take it
I'd rather fight than just fake it
(I like it rough)
You know that I've had enough
I dare you to call my bluff
Can't take too much of a good thi-ing
I'm tellin' you

I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the scream and the way that you played me
I miss the phone calls
When it's your phone
I miss the late nights, don't miss you at all

I like that kick in the face
And the things you do to me
I love the way that it hurts
I don't miss you, I miss the misery

Just know that I'll make you hurt
(I miss the lies and the pain, what you did to me)
You tell me you'll make it worse
(I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)
I hate that feeling inside
You tell me how hard you try
But when we're at our worst
I miss the misery

I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the scream and the way that you played me

I miss the rough sex
leaves me a mess
I miss the feeling, the pains in my chest
I miss the phone calls
When it's your phone
I miss the late nights; I don't miss you at all

I like that kick in the face
And the things you do to me
I love the way that it hurts
I don't miss you, I miss the misery

I don't miss you, I miss the misery
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Forget about me
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)