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Hate Me
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This chronic depression is a running joke,
at 17 it wasn't funny
I'm sick of it and it just won't quit
Go figure, now I'm 20
I think "what makes me anxious most?
My future or highway driving?"
The former is unknowable and uncontrollable
but combined with the latter, I end in a splatter
And I want to scream "I am giving up right now"
But I'm said that a million times
So I have said a million lies
At least, to me...
But I keep going just to spite myself
I'd like to think she thought I was cute
Maybe even a little disarming
Until I hit her car
How is that for charming?
I don't do it every day
you've got to believe me
I only do it when I'm bored with my friends and need to make a new enemy
because if I had one wish
If I had just one dream
It would be, it would be
That everyone would hate me
so I don't have to do it anymore
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I don't remember when I met her
It was between January and December
but I'm pretty sure it was a clear summer day
We started talking, don't remember about what
She asked to go to the coffee shop
I said "No thank you. I don't like coffee."
Note my unobservancy
Is that a humming bird in your eye?
It must have hurt, I would have cried
Why are you walking away from me?
Oh no, I've done it again
I've driven away another friend
Why does this always happen to me?
A couple months passed by
when I saw her standing in line
With some friends waiting to see a movie
I went up to her, I said I was sorry
It was her, it was all me
I asked if she would give me a chance now
Then her boyfriend punched me out
Is that a humming bird in your eye?
It must have hurt, I would have cried
Why are you walking away from me?
Oh no, I've done it again
I've driven away another friend
Why does this always happen to me?
She visited the hospital,
saw the bandage on my head
She gave me a sad smile,
and this is what she said:
"You're a jerk, you must have heard,
I think you got what you deserved
I don't ever wanna see your face again"
I'm a man, i won't cry
He crushed the tear ducts in my eye
That's okay because I'll get him back next time
Oh yes, revenge will be sweet
I'll get you back for what you did to me
Then I'll look to her and say:
"Is that a humming bird in your eye?
It must have hurt, I would have cried
Now I've evened out the score
And that humming bird in your eye,
I know it hurt because you cried
You're not gonna see my face anymore."
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The knot was tied, the chair was in place
Today was the day, then I made one mistake
I had nothing clever for my last words to say
back to the drawing board
It was a stupid plan anyway
I found myself wandering through the forest
I don't have to think about my problems, I can just ignore them
The animals, the trees, they don't mind me
Unless I run into a bear, I can be at piece
Then I realized, I lost a shoe down the line
But I found another one, pink with white stripes
It was too small for me, but I jammed it on my feet
It was either that or I could have my blistered bleed
Then I came to a troubled water way, and I as a crossed the bridge, I remembered something she would say
It had no meaning then, when I was small, but now I recall the phrase:
She said "When you see a bridge, you gotta cross it"
It's one of those unwritten rules of life
"When you see a bridge, you gotta cross it"
Your life may be on the other side
I won't burn the bridge as I go
I don't plan to go back, but you never know
If someone has a similar path or tries to follow
in your footsteps, but imitation is hollow
I found one of Jesus' birthday trees
I thought it would be nice if I could take it with me
But it was too much to bear, I had enough of it
Was gonna leave it behind but then I tripped on a bucket
And I named the bucket "dirty" because that's what it said
And I filled it with every bad thought I ever had
Like wanting to hurt myself, wanting to hurt my friends
And wanting to have sex with every girl I ever met
There was a bridge that fell from my sight
and I coudn't find it, no matter how I tried
I searched for hours but I lost my way
I guess I'll have to find it another day
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This is Me Looking Dangerous Rockaway Township, New Jersey
This is Me Looking Dangerous is Kyle Walker occasionally writing songs and less occasionally forcing his friends to play them.
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