Your Face

I hate your face in those motherfucking pictures
And I hate the space between us who you’re being a dick
And I’m sick of waiting and waiting and waiting for you to pick up the pace
So I hate your face

I hate your clothes on the hangers in the closet
But my hate it flows to you it’s just a slap on the wrist
And I’m pissed for waiting and waiting and waiting for how long who knows
So I hate your clothes

I don’t need you to throw me a goddamn parade
Or to buy a one bedroom in a Hell’s Kitchen
But it might be nice to think that I’ve made
Some kind of difference
Any kind of difference
Besides just getting you laid

I hate the chase, the game you like to cheat at
But I’d hate the case where you were never near me at all
It’s your call I’ll be here waiting and waiting and waiting
Oh I hate this and forgetting all about it would just be bliss
But still you’re right there eating away at my day
While im waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting

‘Cause you need your space
So I hate your face
Yep I hate your face
Woah I hate your face