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It's the guilt of not caring that keeps me up at night In that pit in my stomach when I try to fucking lie And I know that I love you, so goddamn much But it's really just the lying that gets to me Gets to me Gets to me Gets to me It's your breath against my collarbones that doesn't feel right And the way you believe in me, telling me to try When the truth is I've been feeling hopelessly numb And your love and affection can't help me Can't help me Can't help me Can't help me It's the stranger in the mirror when I look in it at night And your fingers at my throat and my stomach in flight 'Cause I miss you, dear friend, though I quail at your touch And I never could've told you to hate me Hate me Hate me Hate me yeah