Lyrics Martha Wainwright

Martha Wainwright

Hate You Too

I heard that you hate me

You know that I do

The words that come out of my mouth

And the sounds telling me

I hate you too

Next time you should be more careful who

You're sitting next to

I might know them

And they can come & tell me

All about you

What did I do?

Did I get to you?

My arms, my tears, my love, my heart

The ocean in my heart

The drought of my heart

Did it get to you?

I didn't know about your fear for the ladies

With the guitars & the occaisional high-heeled shoe

The look in their eyes

Like they need you to want them

Even if you don't want to

What did I do?

Did I get to you?

My arms, my tears, my love, my heart

The ocean in my heart

The drought of my heart

Did it get to you?

Well, I didn't realize about the scrutinizing eyes of your friends

Their high standards & high commands

I can tell you I hate you

You can get up & go back to bed

But I might run into you one of these days & knock you dead

Knock you dead

My arms, my tears, my love, my heart

The ocean in my heart

The drought of my heart

Did it get to you?

My arms, my tears, my love, my heart, my soul

The ocean in my heart

The drought of my heart