So you hate me That's the way it goes What the fuck? I guess I'll never
know If it makes you feel better, then I guess it's just as good You know
I'll never accept it, 'Cause I never thought that you could
Sit in the same room We look the other way Fuck conversation We've got
nothing to say I'm sure we both hate to be ignored Haven't we met
someplace before?
What's the problem? Is it justified? Or are we dealing with our fucking
prides? Do you really want to leave it alone? I don't know what it's worth
to you, it's all I fucking own
Haven't we met before?