learning to hate you as a self defense mechanism Songtext
von Flatsound

You′re on the phone
With someone who doesn't know
About your soul and how it can′t be held by flesh and bone
And I guess that's fine
I would never want you to stop your life
But when I saw you both
With your shoulders touching
Sitting so close


I knew I'd hold on to this feeling
I′d hold on to anything at all
Was it my fault
Because I easily confused you for someone who would hold my hand
When things got hard?
When things got dark?
Because, oh my God, when they get dark, they get so dark

You were always a shitty friend
And you would leave when I got sick
You never called me on my birthday
I want to call you on your birthday
So I′ll hold on to this feeling
I'll hold on to this hate
For as long as I need
For it to help me