Maybe I'm sick, and maybe that makes me contagious
No matter what, I know you want me gone
Sick to my stomach, I fail to emulate everyone else
Who loves or pleases you
Oh, smoking cigarettes
Maybe I'll get you to hate me even more
I know that there is nothing you can blame me for
But you find a way
Cutting out my tongue, well it won't make it any better
You always find a way to make it hurt
I'm getting ready to hate you for the things that I'll do wrong
Like hanging from the ceiling
Or bleeding on the floor
Oh, but lighting things on fire
Maybe I'll get you to hate me even more
Oh, I know that there is nothing you can blame me for
And I won't hesitate to bite like a dog if you come back around
And I can't really say if you made me this way
Or if I'm forever bound to misery
Smoking cigarettes
Maybe I'll get you to hate me even more
I know now there is nothing I should blame you for
But I find a way