Anti-Valentine

I'm full of apathy,
There's an empty place in my chest
Where you used to be.
You've got no sympathy,
I wonder if you understand
Just what you've done to me.
Sick of your drunken empathy,
You're too wrecked to remember
That you said you loved me,
You said you loved me.
But I'll be fine, fine, fine,
I still love my anti-valentine;
My anti-valentine.

I'm full of bullshit,
Pretending I'm coping with the loss,
That I don't miss you a bit.
You're just a miss-hit,
Seems Cupid fired through us,
And nicked both our hearts.
Now we're bleeding out, faking it,
In half-love, in a sort-of relationship,
You're to afraid to say it again,
To say you love me, love me.
But we'll be fine, fine, fine,
We still have each other;
Happy anti-valentines.