All The Things You Hate About Me, I Hate Them Too

Burning the bridge Taking a knife to the phone line Cutting the cords Sawing a chunk out the struts in the old mine Chickening out? Or stopping the rot if you know when? Whichever way, you won't have to deal with it ever again It's a ruthless and hard way to be Severing people like limbs of a tree I've never hidden the way that I am A selfish, gutless, spiteful, but honest man If you let me know, I'll let it be But it can't go on indefinitely Turn the other cheek, we learn My problem is I've only got so many to turn I'll hold this grudge 'til death Curse you with my last breath I'll process and reject 'til I've got no one left My doctor thinks it's best if I get this off my chest 'Cause this whole mess is making me depressed Who was it said, "Don't let there be any bad blood" "You never know when you might be suffering Face down in the mud" "Shake hands with assholes Just 'cause they have things you might need" What kind of standards are these? What kind of back-dealing, wrong way to succeed? Cowards, fakers, liars, traitors If a relationship dies, it stays dead That's how it works in my head Every layer I peel off, I get thin It's a horrible sort of game that I never win I've got a kind of code that everyone must observe And if I die alone, maybe that's what I deserve Every layer I peel off, I get small And if you fall afoul of my laws, well then, fuck you all I'll hold this grudge 'til death Curse you with my last breath I'll process and reject 'til I've got no one left I really think it's best if I get this off my chest God, this whole mess makes me depressed So now you know, so now you see Why it's so hard to please me I measure myself and I measure you all Against an impossible rule A nonsense, a fiction, a flat contradiction But I can't, I can't, I can't I can't, I can't, I can't Stop, stop Stop, stop Stop, stop Stop, stop I can't stop, stop Stop, stop I can't stop Stop