I used to write some poems, I wrote some songsnWe had a good thing going and now it's gonenI'll be a solo act and keep all of the profit from now onnThe four of us would go out and now we're threenAnd ever since the blowout you're hard to seenIf it's not her the only thing that I can think of is it's menAnd I don't want to always benKnown as the ex of Y or ZnnAnd I don't want you to think of her when you think of menI don't want you to think of single with sympathynYou got troubles of your ownnOne plus one minus one is one, not just oh point fivenI'm just happy to be here, happy that I'm alivenTry some troubles of your own sometimenTry some troubles of your ownnLeave mine alonennNow that I'm forgotten and out of viewnDon't want to be a problem or bother younAnd make the people at your party not divisible by twonNo need to still remind me that she's not herenI know she's way behind me in second gearnBut memories in my rear view mirror are closer than they appearnAnd I'm content to stay right herenI got no hope, I got no fearnnAnd I don't want you to think of her when you think of menI don't want you to think of single with sympathynYou got troubles of your ownnOne plus one minus one is one, and not just a halfnI still know how to smile and I still know how to laughnTry some troubles of your own sometimenTry some troubles of your ownnnLeave mine alone and they can dienI'm going to fake their suicidenThey'll leave a note behind that says they couldn't live this waynAnd I'm prepared to let them gonAnd I'm prepared to let her gonAnd I'm prepared to let her I don't knownnAnd I don't want you to think of her when you think of menI don't want you to think of single with sympathynYou got troubles of your ownnOne plus one minus one is one, not just oh point fivenI'm just happy to be here, happy that I'm alivenTry some troubles of your own sometimenTry some troubles of your ownnLeave mine alone