Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But 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
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