Shooting Yourself In The Foot

It's the way you say the things you say,
It's the way you fight the wars you wage,
It's been a long time since you've gone don't get me wrong i don't miss you. let's burn the bridge and walk away.
It was a monday afternoon, doing things like you always do, throwing caution to the wind, now your left with the mess your in. and you think you know about everything, you make me mad to the point of trembling, always thinking your better than the rest, the weight off my shoulders is now upon your chest.