someone to hate

I’m not going to the cemetery with you Even if you’re wearing the top shelf lip stick Can’t do an hour of missionary, construe Pissing venom at people who aren’t even there Everybody’s got Got someone to hate Everybody’s got Got someone to hate Everybody’s got Got someone to hate Your applause for me has faded away Life sucks when you’re stuck in second fucking gear All my friends are so much prettier than you Blaming you is easier than blaming myself You, you always had Something to hate I, I always was Little too late We, we never did Domesticate No, I’m not an anarchist, who knew? But the spring fascists are stressing me out My feelings were so hurt, I couldn’t see Just how much that I’d hurt yours Just how much that I’d hurt yours Everybody’s got Got someone to hate Everybody’s got Got someone to hate Everybody’s got Got someone to hate All the while My other hand Is holding A pocket knife Out of smiles In my basement Hiding from, from From my life