you could never really hate me the way i do lately cause i hate me you re so poetic the words on your lips i ve already said it i feel apathetic i can see it in you eyes you ve already read it and then i felt your teeth sink in behind my back breaking open the skin again everything that i was good for my awful display of comfort have been mixing well with the whiskey and the gin and all the stories that i told you about the world outside your bedroom they clutch my mind like vices twisting turning a thousand times i sold my soul for everything i m writing the songs that the devil sings the rugs swept from under my feet i m only worth my money earned every dollar you spent is a lesson learned you were something i could never afford to keep you could never really hate me like i hate me1