I

swear

I

don't

Miss

you

at

all

And

I

ba-

rely

still

re-

mem-

ber

Who's

in

the

pic-

tures

on

my

wall

'Cause,

no,

I

can't

Re-

call

your

scent

Jas-

mine,

tu-

be-

rose,

and

li-

ly

Or

your

sil-

ly

French

ac-

cent

All

but

for-

got-

ten

A-

bout

those

eyes

The

shade

of

green

that

if

he'd

seen

Would

make

F.

Scott

Fit-

zge-

rald

cry

But

I

won't

Break

down

at

2

A-

M

and

call

'Cause

I

don't

Miss

you

at

all

And

I'm

sleep-

in'

fine

I

don't

mean

to

boast

But

I

on-

ly

dream

a-

bout

you

Once

or

twice

a

night

at

most

And

it

feels

so

good

Eat-

ing

a-

lone

I

don't

get

dis-

trac-

ted

by

your

smile

And

miss

the

green

lights

dri-

vin'

home

No

sign

of

stop-

pin'

The

house

is-

n't

far

But

I

think

our

song

is

co-

min'

on

And

now

I

wan-

na

crash

the

car

But

I

won't

Make

that

mis-

take

a-

gain

and

fall

So

I

say

I

don't

Miss

you

at

all

And

some-

day

I

won't

Miss

you

at

all