Me & You
You took me to the bus stop on your drive back home from work
And you sang me songs all of the way
I miss thinking about where both our futures would collide
I guess today won’t be the day
My pillows smell like you
I'll lay on them and think about what we used to do
Just us two
But now it’s only me and you
Separated from what we knew
When you kill me
Please bury me with my record player
And my copy of twin fantasy
And maybe a book to read
My pillows smell like you
I'll lay on them and think about what we used to do
Just us two
But now it’s only me and you
Separated from what we knew
Misanthropy is thе dislike of humankind
And this isn't some profound way of saying that I hate mysеlf
This isn't about self-hatred, nothing about this is about self-hatred
Self-hatred has nothing to do with misanthropy
Simply put, my meaning for misanthropy is that, we could do much better as people except we are willingly not
That's my reasoning for misanthropy
I don't think it's ever been about self-hatred, self-hatred never had anything to do with it
Beyond self-hatred, misanthropy has nothing to do with self-hatred
(Misanthropy is the dislike of humankind
And this isn't some profound way of saying that I hate myself
This isn't about self-hatred, it's just about not (?) to do better, but we'll not)
I haven’t taken a shower in 11 days
Everybody’s telling me that’s why I smell like shit
I’m just scared of what the body wash will feel like
When I rub it on my rawed up marks on my skin
They said I could get better if I wanted to
But I haven’t felt better and I wanted to
Nothing feels like home
Everything’s unknown
What’s the point of living if I feel alone?
Baby please, don’t get mad if it’s not the same
For a couple weeks
I swear that it’s my brain
I just wanna hold you, I just wanna hug you
But my mind is telling me to push away
But I know I can’t just push you away
Because you’re everything that keeps me okay
I self-sabotage, I self-sabotage- two, three, four!
(Misanthropy is the dislike of humankind
And this isn't some profound way of saying that I hate myself
This isn't about self-hatred, it's just about not (?) to do better, but we'll not)
Maybe my soul detached
What does that mean to you?
What does that mean to you?
Maybe I’m made of glass
So shatter me in two
What does that mean to you?
My pillows smell like you