Your words are pretty but I already know who you are. I knew you before you met me long before we would part. Before you tricked me and laid on my bones. Before you kissed me and buried my hope. Before you stole my spirit and rode the show into the wall. Shore you up. They lay all their dreams on you. They let you in and you start to believe you're soft as a miracle. Unfurled I was new and unfurled. Innocent and open as any lamb. And hoping for paradise. Yeah I hate love. Yeah I hate love. So I hate love. Yeah I hate love. Love makes you desperate. And feeling a fool. Love makes you ruthless. And love makes you cruel. And love makes you crazy. With nothing but lies. Love promises nothing. And then your love dies. Unfurled I was new and unfurled. Innocent and open as any lamb. And hoping for paradise. Yeah I hate love. Yeah I hate love. So I hate love. Yeah I hate love. (Hey it's me. Call me). Then your love dies. (It's 2 Am where are you?). Then your love dies. (Where are you?). Then your love dies. (Can you call me? Can you call me back?)