Anything

Piece it together

Now all we talk about is the weather

I hate that it's good for you

I heard you two are together

And I know, I know your best friend doesn't care

When she hits you with that awful stare

I hate the way you loved me, I hate the way I cared

I hate everything that I did and that I said

You still laugh at me

And finally I can think about laughing too

The great tragedy

That in the face of profound grief or apathy

At work I find solace in a bathroom stall

And hang my head

And stifle a sigh