You can hate me if that's your opinion you made me the way that i am i'm now constantly hurting and worried about what is out of my hands a tattoo a constant reminder it pairs perfectly with the scar on my face i'm out to lunch i'm off my rocker head in the clouds i'm all over the place it kinda feels like somebody's out to get me i kinda wonder if that somebody is you she says i'm inconsiderate but what the hell does that mean just because you say it is it doesn't make it true there's no love for you from me no more no more no more no more i packed up all my things and slammed the door the door the door i'm outta here i'm happy with my mattress on the floor the floor the floor the floor i'd be on my hands and knees in the doorway if you got your way oh if you got your way oh oh no you don't and won't ever stand on anything and that's coming from a guy like me my great fear is one day near a person who relates to and understands me i don't care when they stare those dirty looks are clear as day and they taste like candy