So you think that you're the one who's up in scoresCause you're the first one walking out the doorWe'll take it when you leaveI don't need a sympathyI might say I've drunk a wineHurt like hell and ugly cryingBled mascara tearsI might lock my door, sleep on my phoneMiss you bad for a month, it's overLet me tell you something, my dearI'm gonna be just fineBut you're never gonna find another love like mineOh, no, noSee, I think you think the new means better offBut the proof's in the pudding once the shot is lostSo go and get yourselfA little taste of something elseI might say I've drunk a wineHurt like hell and ugly cryingBled mascara tearsI might lock my door, sleep on my phoneMiss you bad for a month, it's overLet me tell you something, my dearI'm gonna be just fineBut you're never gonna find another love like mineIt's starting to sound like a good ideaThe more we're standing hereI'm gonna stay, I've drunk a wineHurt like hell and ugly cryingBled mascara tearsI'm gonna lock my door, sleep on my phoneMiss you bad for a month, it's overLet me tell you something, my dearI'm gonna be just fineBut you're never gonna find another love like mineOh, no, noNever gonna find another love like mineOh, no, no