Payphone calls in the afternoon
Romantic tales that end too soon

I love you but I'm pretty sure I hate myself

Frozen space between our chests
Open wounds we always left to dry up
To eat away and sore
The Gods themselves could lay us down
I was never gonna lose my frown

I love you but I'm pretty sure I hate myself
I love you but I'm pretty sure I hate myself

Fake my death and colour in
Where I once thought I fit in
All the fights that we never had
We're way too tired and way to numb
Way to scared of both our thumbs

I love you but I'm pretty sure I hate myself
I love you and I definitely hate myself