Expensive Conversations In Cheap Motels
I, I, I fucking hate you
They go right through you
Don't be afraid the pain that you feel
The resistance is what controls you
Covered in sex appeal
I know it's???
Kind of inviting
I can't forget how we spoke
You weren't even listening
Tell me where your love is now
You're too ugly to be narcissistic
I fucking hate you
I fucking hate what you've done
I want to break you
Tear you apart 'til there's nothing inside
Tell me where your love is now
Tell me where your love is
Don't be afraid
I love your touch in a hateful kind of way
Come on and move a little closer
Let me savor that grin on your face
Tell me where your love is
You're disgusting, don't be optimistic
I fucking hate you
I fucking hate what you've done
I wanna break you
Tear you apart 'til there's nothing inside
Tell me where your love is now
Tell me where your love is
It's not for real, I'll stop when your God shows up
It's not for real, I'll stop when your God shows up
Tell me
I am God
Tell me
I am God
I know it's (????) inviting
I can't forget how we spoke
You weren't even listening
Tell me where your love is now
Tell me where your love is
I fucking hate you
I hate you
I fucking hate
Die
They go right through you
Don't be afraid the pain that you feel
The resistance is what controls you
Covered in sex appeal
I know it's???
Kind of inviting
I can't forget how we spoke
You weren't even listening
Tell me where your love is now
You're too ugly to be narcissistic
I fucking hate you
I fucking hate what you've done
I want to break you
Tear you apart 'til there's nothing inside
Tell me where your love is now
Tell me where your love is
Don't be afraid
I love your touch in a hateful kind of way
Come on and move a little closer
Let me savor that grin on your face
Tell me where your love is
You're disgusting, don't be optimistic
I fucking hate you
I fucking hate what you've done
I wanna break you
Tear you apart 'til there's nothing inside
Tell me where your love is now
Tell me where your love is
It's not for real, I'll stop when your God shows up
It's not for real, I'll stop when your God shows up
Tell me
I am God
Tell me
I am God
I know it's (????) inviting
I can't forget how we spoke
You weren't even listening
Tell me where your love is now
Tell me where your love is
I fucking hate you
I hate you
I fucking hate
Die
Credits
Writer(s): Craigery Owens, Thomas Erak, Patrick Mcmanaman, Bradley Bell
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