I hate it when you say you need me.
You don t need me.
I hate even worse that I need you.
It kills me.
When I was young I loved to be by myself, all alone.
Now that I m older I m scared of myself, all alone.
So lay with me, my love.
I hate when you say you know me.
You don t know me.
What I hate even worse is I know you.
You re no mystery.
You refuse to acknowledge how much you can t stand who I am.
I ve been trying to tell you that I m a terror of a man.
I hate it when you call
... so lonesome after the bar.
I know I should hang up the phone, but I never do.