You Hate Me

You're probably sleeping Might be at work Or watching a movie At the theater Might be out driving Or at the grocery store Or having dinner with your friends Nothing more But when you don't text me back All I think is that You hate me You're probably skating It's a pretty day Phone in your back pocket Didn't feel it vibrate It's a holiday You might be at your mom's Or in the shower With the music on But when you don't text me back All I think is that You hate me You hate me Well ain't it funny the way silence leads to paranoia Assuming the worst, though I've been wrong before, yeah But an hour has passed I'm getting more concerned Oh, I hope that you don't hate me, I don't think you would, yeah Maybe I'm just crazy, but it can't be good You're still not texting back What if you got in a crash Or had a heart attack Oh I'm terrified that You hate me You hate me You hate me You hate me