All The Things You Hate About Me, I Hate Them Too - Jamie Lenman

Burning the bridge\nTaking a knife to the phone line\nCutting the cords\nSawing a chunk out the struts in the old mine\nChickening out\nOr stopping the rot if you know when?\nWhichever way\nYou won’t have to deal with it ever again\nIt’s a ruthless and hard way to be\nSevering people like limbs off a tree\nI’ve never hidden the way that I am\nA selfish, gutless, spiteful, but honest man\nIf you let me know, I’ll let it be\nBut it can’t go on indefinitely\n«Turn the other cheek», we learn\nMy problem is I’ve only got so many to turn\nI’ll hold this grudge 'til death\nCurse you with my last breath\nI’ll process and reject\n'til I’ve got no one left\nMy doctor thinks it’s best\nIf I get this off my chest\n'cause this whole mess\nIs making me depressed\nWho was it said, «Don't let there be any bad blood?»\n«You never know when you might be suffering, face down in the mud.»\n«Shake hands with assholes, just 'cause they have things you might need.»\nWhat kind of standards are these?\nWhat kind of back-dealing, wrong way to succeed?\nCowards, fakers, liars, traitors\nIf a relationship dies, it stays dead\nThat’s how it works in my head\nEvery layer that I peel off, I get thin\nIt’s a horrible sort of game that I never win\nI’ve got a kind of code\nThat everyone must observe\nAnd if I die alone\nMaybe that’s what I deserve\nEvery layer that I peel off, I get small\nAnd if you fall afoul of my laws\nWell then, fuck you all\nI’ll hold this grudge 'til death\nCurse you with my last breath\nI’ll process and reject\n'til I’ve got no one left\nI really think it’s best\nIf I get this off my chest\nGod, this whole mess makes me depressed\nSo now you know\nSo now you see\nWhy it’s so hard to please me\nI measure myself\nAnd I measure you all\nAgainst an impossible rule\nA nonsense, a fiction, a flat contradiction\nAnd I can’t, I can’t, I can’t\nAnd I can’t, I can’t, I can’t\nStop, stop\nStop, stop\nStop, stop\nStop, stop\nStop, stop\nStop, stop\nStop\nStop