I Love You (but I hate myself)

Payphone calls in the afternoon Romantic tales that end too soon I love you but I'm pretty sure I hate myself Frozen space between our chests Open wounds we always left to dry up To eat away and sore The Gods themselves could lay us down I was never gonna lose my frown I love you but I'm pretty sure I hate myself I love you but I'm pretty sure I hate myself Fake my death and colour in Where I once thought I fit in All the fights that we never had We're way too tired and way to numb Way to scared of both our thumbs I love you but I'm pretty sure I hate myself I love you and I definitely hate myself