I Hate The Eagles

I hate that you know what it all means
My tattoo and the reason I get mean when I'm sad
Yeah, you know about that, don't you?

I'd like to say I would've given less if I knew
But, my god, we both know that's not nearly true
It's what I do, and you know that, don't you?

So how could you even act like you never really knew me?
Tell your friends I'm a bitch and you wish me the worst truly
If you need, if you want, you can hate me and my guts but don't you lie

I still reread each line
But I know it's wishful thinking
'Cause you were designed
Way too proud to be forgiving
After all this time
I thought that I would get it but I don't
I don't

Lately I've been pacing and I can't seem to stop it
Now when people say they love me I get a little nauseous
And it's your fault that I'm so overly cautious

So how could you even act like you never really knew me?
Tell your friends I'm a bitch and you wish me the worst truly
If you need, if you want, you can hate me and my guts but don't you lie

I still reread each line
But I know it's wishful thinking
'Cause you were designed
Way too proud to be forgiving
After all this time
I thought that I would get it
I'll rebuild my life
Filling circles where you're missing
And I'll take that knife
And pretend that it's not stinging
After all this time
I thought that I would get it but I don't
I don't

I hate the Eagles, I hate the east coast
I hate the birthday cards that I wrote
Hate that I cried and that I'm bitter
I hate the way you ruined winter
I hate my old house and how'd you'd visit
'Cause now my family's all complicit
Hate that you moved on like it was nothing
And how I didn't see it coming
How if you called I would come running
No, I never see it coming
(I hate the Eagles, I hate the east coast)
No, I never see it coming
(I hate the Eagles, I hate the east coast)
No, I never see it

And I won't say that they were right about you
But if I did, well, it wouldn't not be true



Credits
Writer(s): Anique Wertheimer
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