There's a note stuck on your front door
Saying that you've moved out
No change-of-address order
You just pushed me aside
For no reason, without any explanation
I can hold on to.
Now I'm standing there, the memory of you in my hand
The piece of paper and these lines
Is all I have left of you
No grand finale,
You've simply written me off
Chorus:
I'm just tearing up the radio
I don't want to hear your silence
I turn my radio really loud
To destroy the emptiness
I won't turn about,
No looking back
I don't miss you at all, not one bit.