I Hate This Town

Horrifying as it was for me to see your face today,

I guess I knew that it would happen at some point.

And I dreaded it because I knew, That you would be so kind.

You’re good at that; you’ve got it right down to a science.

So you observe the strict rules laid out in the books of etiquette

And tell me you hope I enjoy my stay.

And I feel numb, and I can’t believe that I was stupid enough to leave my bed today.

If I’m so smart, then why is this happening?

You know I hate this fucking town,

You cannot even leave your fucking house,

Without running into someone who no longer cares about you.

Somebody whom you desperately want to see,

But you know it’s only going to cause more grief,

But there is nothing left to say,

And he can’t hear you anyway.

It’s so confusing ’cause I really want To hate you, but my intellect reminds me

That that doesn’t make no sense.

And I wanted to be your friend but I couldn’t pull it off in the end.

And I’m disappointed with myself because I thought I could.

But then again you always made it clear that you do not care either way

Which begs the question; “How can I still claim to love you?”

You told me time and time again that you don’t lose you always win

And that to make an effort would just be beneath you.

You know I hate this fucking town,

You cannot even leave your fucking house,

Without running into someone who no longer cares about you.

Somebody whom you desperately want to see,

But you know it’s only going to cause more grief,

But there is nothing left to say,

And he can’t hear you anyway.

You know I hate this fucking town,

You cannot even leave your fucking house,

Without running into someone who no longer cares about you.

Somebody whom you desperately want to see,

But you know it’s only going to cause more grief,

But there is nothing left to say,

And he can’t hear you anyway.

Now, I’m packing my bags again and you are not inside of them.