Breakups are better in someone else's song
'Cause when they're over you can carry on
It's not yet for me is it real for you at all?
I guess I won't even know what you're thinking anymore
You hold me and tell me everything will be ok
Meanwhile I wanna rip my skin off
You look at me as I look away
All my indecision was in your face
'Why don't you hate me?'
'It's better if you hate me', you said
Life before you was a lifetime ago
The only thing the same was my name
We always talked it through honestly
Maybe we talked it through a little too much
Yeah we laughed, but mostly we cried
It seemed there was more to cry about
I cannot blame you for all the tragedy
I think sometimes I tried to
You really should hate me
Yeah you should hate me
Why don't you hate me?
Maybe you do
It's not the death we were gunnin' for
I wish it was those bloody parasites
Don't know what to do in any way at all
At least with you some things made sense
But what about this disposable sitting on my bookshelf?
So many happy pictures of you that no one's ever seen (Maybe I'll keep it that way)
It's like the song I wrote about photos of friends
Except this time I know there was real love
This time I know there was real love
But some times real love feels like dying
Like dying (Maybe you do)
Like dying (Maybe you do)
Like dying (Yeah we all do)