We've been married seven times
In my head
Just wait till I get the courage
To picture you in my bed
Love or not its plain to see
You're just not the girl for me
My true match is a loaded gun
Pointed straight at my head
Hate my guts
Why do I destroy my everything for you
Hate my guts
Why do I destroy my everything for you
Hate my guts
Hate my guts
Hate my guts
Why do I destroy my everything for you
Why did I fall for your stupid grace
You clearly have no horse in this dumb race
There's no continuity in emotional promiscuity
I can guarantee that
When
I realize
Im not an object
You
Fall apart
Hate my guts
Why do i destroy my everything for you
Hate my guts
Why do i destroy my everything for you
Hate my guts
Hate my guts
Hate my guts
Why do i destroy my everything for you
You fuckin hate my
Fuckin hate my guts
You fuckin hate my
Fuckin hate my guts
