You Always Hate The One You Love

We all wonder
What’s in a name?
And it sees no harm as it passes his hips
But isn’t it a shame that this fetish for bickering that I guess we’re all into
And every song about about love seems more to be about the darker side of love
What we’re thinking of
Nothing but the way we heard it’s supposed to be
See, I saw a film talking bout crude intentions and things I hate about
And I couldn’t sit still
And I hope if it was that bad
I could just walk out
And I heard a song talking about “he’s a bitch” and “she’s a dirty… whatever”
And I know what done wrong
But I hope if it was that bad you’d just leave
Cause ain’t I your friend?
Ain’t I your friend?
But I hear a song
Where we don’t call each other names
We don’t get along
And don’t you know, friends, how bad it is being stuck with each other
And I hear a song
Where I don’t like someone
I stop fucking on
And yeah I’m spelling it out
So I’m afraid it’s the only way to make you understand
Ain’t I your friend?
Ain’t I your friend?
If it’s for talking shit
Then it’s getting right to where
If it’s for
Well I’m gone
Tell me you just better be moving on
If it’s good
Call him names
But it’s real and so on a story night
If it’s good
Well I’m gone
To smoke the favor
And just get moving on
Cause ain’t I your friend?
Ain’t I your friend?