You sent me a text at 3:07 late last night You barely knew him You only blew him You had a few drinks As if that could make things right And soon you asked about our future Well, my darling, here's my answer I hope you burn in a house fire I hope you get stage IV cancer I'd be by your bedside waiting Till your sweet goodbye, my friend I'd resuscitate you just So I could watch you die again I f**ing hate you I f**ing hate you And I know what you'll do You'll say you're sorry Through your smile And I'll stay angry For a while And you'll come over And we'll be sober Until we're not And we would make out on my sofa I'd wake up one morning sunny With your arms around my chest And it'd feel so good to be with somebody I might just forget I f**ing hate you I f**ing hate you And I might just forget I f**ing hate you