All the Things You Hate About Me, I Hate Them Too

Burning the bridge
Taking a knife to the phone line
Cutting the cords
Sawing a chunk out the struts in the old mine
Chickening out
Or stopping the rot if you know when?
Whichever way
You won't have to deal with it ever again

It's a ruthless and hard way to be
Severing people like limbs off a tree
I've never hidden the way that I am
A selfish, gutless, spiteful, but honest man

If you let me know, I'll let it be
But it can't go on indefinitely
"Turn the other cheek", we learn
My problem is I've only got so many to turn

I'll hold this grudge 'til death
Curse you with my last breath
I'll process and reject
'Til I've got no one left
My doctor thinks it's best
If I get this off my chest
'Cause this whole mess
Is making me depressed

Who was it said, "Don't let there be any bad blood?"
"You never know when you might be suffering, face down in the mud."
"Shake hands with assholes, just 'cause they have things you might need."
What kind of standards are these?
What kind of back-dealing, wrong way to succeed?

Cowards, fakers, liars, traitors

If a relationship dies, it stays dead
That's how it works in my head
Every layer that I peel off, I get thin
It's a horrible sort of game that I never win

I've got a kind of code
That everyone must observe
And if I die alone
Maybe that's what I deserve
Every layer that I peel off, I get small
And if you fall afoul of my laws
Well then, fuck you all

I'll hold this grudge 'til death
Curse you with my last breath
I'll process and reject
'Til I've got no one left
I really think it's best
If I get this off my chest
God, this whole mess makes me depressed

So now you know
So now you see
Why it's so hard to please me
I measure myself
And I measure you all
Against an impossible rule

A nonsense, a fiction, a flat contradiction

And I can't, I can't, I can't
And I can't, I can't, I can't

Stop, stop
Stop, stop
Stop, stop
Stop, stop

Stop, stop
Stop, stop
Stop
Stop