Horrifying as it was for me
To see your face today
I guess I knew that it would happen at some point
And I dreaded it because I knew
That you would be so kind
You're good at that, you've got it right down to a scienceSo you observe the strict rules laid out in the books of etiquette
And tell me you hope I enjoy my steak
And I feel numb and I can't believe
That I was stupid enough to leave my bed today
If I'm so smart then why's this happeningYou know I hate this fucking town
You cannot even leave your fucking house
Without running into someone who no longer cares about you
Somebody who you desperately want to see
But you know it's only going to cause more grief
But there is nothing left to say
And he can't hear you anywayIt's so confusing cause I really want
To hate you, but my intellect reminds me
That that doesn't make no sense
And I wanted to be your friend
But I couldn't pull it off in the end
And I'm disappointed with myself as I thought I'd doBut then again you always made it clear
That you do not care either way
Which begs the question
How can I still claim to love you
You told me time and time again
That you don't lose, you always win
And that to make an effort would just be beneath youOh I hate this fucking town
You cannot even leave your fucking house
Without running into someone who no longer cares about you
Somebody who you desperately want to see
But you know it's only going to cause more grief
But there is nothing left to say
And he can't hear you anywayNow, I'm packing my bags again,
And you are not inside of them.
Songwriters
JOHN GRANT, BIRGIR THORARINSSONPublished by
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group