I buried a poem under each of the places we used to go
In hope that you'd find one and read it so you know
How I feel (how I feel)
I had a dream and this is what it was
You walked away with Mark and my phone started to buzz
Yeah, better luck next time (better luck next time)
Oh, I never hated you
I don't even hate them
I just hate myself
Oh, I never hated you
I don't even hate them
I just hate myself
How unfair that he gets to run his dirty fingers through your hair
And when we fought he was always standing there
In the back of my brain, of my brain
A smile so cruel and the smell of his cologne
Could put me in a trance where his blood was on my hands
But that's what mad people do (people do)
But who's to say that you still think of me
I'm just weak and miserable and only five foot three
How do I compare? (compare)
Oh, I never hated you
I don't even hate them
I just hate myself
Oh, I never hated you
I don't even hate them
I just hate myself
Just to clarify
I beat myself up every night
Taking shit out on you
I was never right
Oh, I never hated you
I don't even hate them
I just hate myself (I just hate myself)
Oh, I never hated you
I don't even hate them
I just hate myself
Oh, I never hated you
I don't even hate them
I just hate myself (I just hate myself)
Oh, I never hated you
I don't even hate them
I just hate myself
