كلمات The Pros And Cons Of Breathing

Bury me standing under your window, with this cinder block in hand Yeah 'cause no one will ever feel like this again And if I could move, I'm sure it would only be to crawl Back to you, I must have dragged my guts a block They were gone by the time we (talked) Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my Self, but know that I could crush you with my voice Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my Self, you know that I could crush you with my voice Stood on my roof and tried to see you Forgetting about me Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing I hate the way you say my name, like it's something secret My pen is the barrel of the gun, remind me which side you should be on Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my Self, but know that I could crush you with my voice Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my Self, you know that I could crush you with my voice Stood on my roof and tried to see you Forgetting about me Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel (Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my) (Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my) (One, two, three, four) Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my Self, but know that I could crush you with my voice Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my Self, you know that I could crush you with my voice