I guess the sun still rises
Without your head against my chest
And the air is awfully clearer
Without your menthol cigarettes
And the plans we left abandoned
Seem adorably quaint
And the things I took for granted
Seem impossibly attained

And I know you’d say you’re sorry
That’s what makes it feel so hard
Cause you always wanted the best for me
Even if it meant us being apart

So give me some reason to hate you
Cause I’m tired of being mature
Give me some bullets to fire your way
Cause I’ve had it with this good rapport
You gift-wrapped my heart in a bow-tied box
Left it beating on my front door
And I can’t seem to shake you
So help me try to hate you more
And I can’t seem to shake you
So help me try to hate you more

Hitch my name to your CRV
And drag it across this town
Burn my fields and steal my grain
And pour salt across my ground
Cause the wind still blows and the walls still creak
The same way they used to do
And if whiskey was words and tobacco could speak
They’d be saying I still love you

And I know you’d tell me something
That would make me feel ok
Until I wake up the next morning
And you’re still a thousand miles away

So give me some reason to hate you
Cause I’m tired of being mature
Give me some bullets to fire your way
Cause I’ve had it with this good rapport
You gift-wrapped my heart in a bow-tied box
Left it beating on my front door
And I can’t seem to shake you
So help me try to hate you more

And I know you’re trying to balance
Your kindness and your needs
But every time you apologize
It’s another another knife in me

So give me some reason to hate you
Cause I’m tired of being mature
Give me some bullets to fire your way
Cause I’ve had it with this good rapport
You gift-wrapped my heart in a bow-tied box
Left it beating on my front door
And I can’t seem to shake you
So help me try to hate you more