Lyrics

Tracing bruises, outside the shop rite Fading memories of last fall and last night I won't ever meet your expectations And I'm so scared of letting you down, of taking vacations And it's unbearable You want more from me But I am sore, I'm sorry I've been put through the ringer I flinch every time I see the words "I Hate Steven Singer" Black coffee and white lies, sit in the air in my room Bite my tongue to spite myself, I don't need help You're unbearable You want more from me But I am sore, I'm sorry I've been put through the ringer I flinch every time I see the words "I Hate Steven Singer" Smoking under highway signs Midpoint between your place and mine I laugh and tell you that I feel fine But I'm not fine I don't hate you But I can't stand you