You hate that you love me. You hate that you want me back. I hate that I love you. But, baby, it got too sad. You hate that you love me. You hate that you want me back. I hate that I love you. But, baby, it got too sad. We talk on the phone, you ask me, are you alone? So, I'm like, fuck it, I'll leave, I tell my friends nothing's wrong. And now the drunk kids are screaming, standing on the sidewalk. You say, what's going on? I said, you wanted to talk. But we've got nothing to say, you say, I love you, okay? But you sound so fucking weird, and maybe guilty, I fear. And now I'm losing my trust, and that's the story of us. Is that the story of us? You hate that you love me. You hatе that you want me back. I hate that I love you. But, baby, it got too sad. I'm losing my patiеnce. I don't know what's bad or good. I'm trying to hold on to a picture of us I took.