This is a loathe letter to myself I wrote it on a torn out page From a book that doesn't go on the shelf The ink stains I'm tired, alone, and afraid You know I'm gonna push you away Despite how you treat me Maybe I'll find comfort where I stay I think I'm in loathe with you today When you reflect on your life you realize that it never meant anything Erase me from all of history Like the glass on the streets you're leaving Like every little thing you love about the city Tell me what you're thinking I'll break your heart with a pen in a moment If you go and let it break wide open You're waving to me from an island I will swim until I find it I've laid on the bathroom floor Enough times that I don't really mind it Speak to me, speak to me slowly Suddenly I see the oxygen leave We are so young and lonely I wish I could erase the day the color drained from your face So unsatisfied, I became the person I am tonight