"(Sometimes I

Absolutely

Hate you)

Your riffs are still stuck inside my head

Heavy tones

And

Totally fucked

(like when I scratched your name on the side of a bullet)

You always picked my scabs clean

So I could

Wrap my legs around your waist

(such a love-hate tragedy)

And let you call me you

Perfect little slut

The one you'd bring home to

Mom

Just for spite

'Love is something I never do.'

(Sometimes I

Absolutely

Hate you.)"