I Used To Hate My Body But Now I Just Hate You

I met you in November for a weekend
I loved you by December like a fool
You left me for a friend over the summer
I never had a chance to play it cool
I read all of the books you recommended
I listen to your friend’s band all the time
You justify and satiate my hunger
For not feeling alright
I misread every warning as an answer
To questions I was too afraid to know
We touched upon a suicide like tourists
You kiss me for an elevator audience, pack your things and go
When I’m lonely I smoke until I know how to sleep
So fine me, the bath is running cold but it’s deep
Finish what we started in a hotel with a view
I used to hate my body but now I just hate you
You call me while I’m backstage with a fever
You tell me how I’m always on your mind
I crush a paper bag to the receiver
I learned that trick from a cartoon kid, it’s always something I wanted to try
I heard you live at home now with your parents
It doesn’t satisfy me like it should
I still see you as some kind of reassurance
That someday I’ll be understood
When I’m lonely I smoke until I know how to sleep
So fine me, the bath is running cold but it’s deep
Finish what we started in a hotel with a view
I used to hate my body but now I just hate you
But I’m lonely I smoke until I know how to sleep
So fine me, the bath is running cold but it’s deep
Finish what we started in a hotel with a view
I used to hate my body