Letras
You sent me a text at 3.07 late last night
You barely knew him, you only blew him
You had a few drinks, as if that can make things right
Soon you asked about our future
Well my darling here's my answer
I hope you burn in a house fire
I hope you get stage-four cancer
I'd be by your bedside
Watin' 'til your sweet goodbye, my friend
I'd resuscitate you
Just so I could watch you die again
I fucking hate you
I fucking hate you
And I know what you'll do
You'll say you're sorry through your smile
And I'll stay angry for a while
And you'll come over
And we'll be sober
Until we're not
And we would make out on my sofa
I'd wake up one morning sunny
With your arms around my chest
And it'd feel so good to be with somebody
I might just forget
I fucking hate you
I fucking hate you
And I might just forget
I fucking hate you
