(no subject)
Bury me standing under your window with this cinder block in hand
Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you
Must have dragged my guts a block... they were gone by the time we
Whoa I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice
Whoa I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing
I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun
Remind me which side you should be on
Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you
Must have dragged my guts a block... they were gone by the time we
Whoa I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice
Whoa I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing
I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun
Remind me which side you should be on