Please Believe Me When I Tell You I Hate You

Published: Feb. 9, 2018, 1:04 a.m.

Please Believe Me When I Tell You I Hate You
(C. McCabe)

Now the sun is running on empty
and the whole world's falling apart.
There's a brain shaped hole in my heart
that's got me pussyfooting around a fart.

And now time is plotting against me.
I was a failure right from the start.
There's a brain shaped hole in my heart
that's got me pussyfooting around a fart.

Please believe me when I tell you I hate you
and I can't think of anybody else I'd rather kill.