Bless the Best, but the Worst Has Yet to Come

Were you happy with yourself these days?
I wonder if you are while I'm in the tub,
with a book in hand, I am reading and he reminds me of you.

The stories I read, reality would never compare, could never compare
I recall when you used to read to me, in our bed, under the window, in the sun, in the morning
I miss the day we met but never would I forget the day you left.

I've never been happy with myself like when I knew you,
because in knowing you I had made my greatest success,
you were the best of me,
now what only remained was the worst of me.

So I hope you're out there somewhere, living with yourself and not with worry
but I do admit, I hope you never find another girl to love
like you loved me.