Bye-Bye SG on June 17th!
"Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didnt do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you
If you're sleeping, are you dreaming,
if you're dreaming are you dreaming of me.
I can't believe you actually did this"
Blue October- Hate me
Blue October- X-amount of words
"I'm sick of shaking
never waking
from the hell I achieve
I never knew you till you left me
with the crying disease
Another curing, reassuring
way to buckle the knees
So mistreated, I repeated
Never blessing your sneeze
Now deleted and defeated
I will stand on my own
Yeah your memory that punches me
has broken the bone
Give me recipes for sorry
I'm admitting I'm wrong
Still your memory that punches me
has broken the bone"
"I cry. I cry and I don't know why.
The fever becomes my home.
I cry. I cry and I don't know why.
The fever becomes my home.
Becomes my home.
I love it when you're holding me.
You have a gentle way of calming.
I haven't felt that way since 1993,
When my mother held me.
I bet you're waiting for a long sob story
OF how I was mistreated again.
No, I wasn't built that way.
I was strong but desperately brave,
And I didn't mean to scare you..."

"Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didnt do for you
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you
If you're sleeping, are you dreaming,
if you're dreaming are you dreaming of me.
I can't believe you actually did this"
Blue October- Hate me
Blue October- X-amount of words
"I'm sick of shaking
never waking
from the hell I achieve
I never knew you till you left me
with the crying disease
Another curing, reassuring
way to buckle the knees
So mistreated, I repeated
Never blessing your sneeze
Now deleted and defeated
I will stand on my own
Yeah your memory that punches me
has broken the bone
Give me recipes for sorry
I'm admitting I'm wrong
Still your memory that punches me
has broken the bone"
"I cry. I cry and I don't know why.
The fever becomes my home.
I cry. I cry and I don't know why.
The fever becomes my home.
Becomes my home.
I love it when you're holding me.
You have a gentle way of calming.
I haven't felt that way since 1993,
When my mother held me.
I bet you're waiting for a long sob story
OF how I was mistreated again.
No, I wasn't built that way.
I was strong but desperately brave,
And I didn't mean to scare you..."
turbulence:
Good bye and thank you for the fish!

