Released: May 6, 2003
Songwriter: Patrick Stump Pete Wentz
Producer: Sean O’Keefe
[Verse 1]
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)
[Chorus]
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But know that I could crush you with my voice
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice
[Post-Chorus]
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But know that I could crush you with my voice
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice
[Post-Chorus]
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing
[Bridge]
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!
[Chorus]
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But know that I could crush you with my voice
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice
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)
[Chorus]
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But know that I could crush you with my voice
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice
[Post-Chorus]
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But know that I could crush you with my voice
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice
[Post-Chorus]
Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing
[Bridge]
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!
[Chorus]
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But know that I could crush you with my voice
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice
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