The Pros and Cons of Breathing

Bury me standing under your window
With this cinder block in hand
Yeah 'cause no one will ever feel
Like this again
And if I could move, I'm sure it would
Only be to crawl back to you
I must have dragged my guts a block
They were gone by the time we (talked)

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But know that I could crush you with my voice
Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice

Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing

I hate the way you say my name
Like it's something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun
Remind me which side you should be on

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But know that I could crush you with my voice
Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice

Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details, I don't want to know a thing

I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel
I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel
Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my
Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my
One, two, three, four!

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But know that I could crush you with my voice
Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice