Hate Myself (for Loving You)

Well there's a bad thought rapping on my back door
That woke the past, darling, dragging out our last war
And cued the coda to a re-run episode I forgot
Where you say you're sorry you slipped and I think you probably meant you're sorry you're caught

You're like a Rorschach showing what my mind wants
A mental buckshot shooting down my bright thoughts
I'm like the gun-shy
Fucked-over-once type
A victim of love that left me cut up on one side
And if that's your one default condition then you're vision-deprived

And I could hate myself for calling
But then you'd love to see me blue
Count the ways I've paid for falling
On every hard time you put me through
Console myself from the coast to the belt
From Ankara to port monde du
But I'd still hate myself for all the love that I felt for you

You're like a four state shuffle-playing hoedown
I get your boredom, rage, love and all your hope, now
You're Arizona, west of the New Mexican border
But you spend a lot of Colorado paper at the Utah store

And I could hate myself for calling
But then you'd love to see me blue
Count the ways I've paid for falling
On every hard time you put me through
Console myself from the coast to the belt
From Ankara to port monde du
But I'd still hate myself for all the love that I felt for you
I'd still hate myself for all the love that I felt for you