Hate me today. Hate me tomorrow. Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you. Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow. Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.
I know that I’m not what you wanted, am I? Wanted someone who I used to be like. Now you think I’m not trying.
You look so sweet waiting for me, while I wait for her to give me any to leave. Don’t waste your pretty sympathy. She’s gonna be just fine.
Falling, yes I am falling. And she keeps calling me back again.
I don’t want your body but I hate to think about you with somebody else. Our love has grown cold. You’ve intertwined your soul with somebody else.
The guy who put his hands on you has got nothing to do with me. And the bruises that you feel will heal and I hope you’ll come around. Cause we’re missing you.
That I would be good whether with or without you.
This, I guess, is to tell you you're chosen out from the rest.
Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere, or would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place should I leave it there?
I want to hold the hand inside you. I want to take a breath that's true. I look to you and I see nothing. I look to you to see the truth.