The Hate Horse

It's okay to hate me
Just feel something strong
Your hate is a horse we can both ride upon
Hate, you and I, how we canter along
Oh, how we gallop along

It's okay to hate me
I completely agree
I'd hate me too if I didn't have to be me
As some kind of hate horse I'd rear up with a whinny
Throw myself to the ground and trample over me

Well you told me you loved me
That wasn't quite true
You feel something stronger now
Quintessentially you
And when I wish you happy
You wish me gone
And so our hate horse gallops on

On Siberian grasslands
Our hate gallops still
We are riding a high horse
Along the spine of a hill
Tiny and noisy, together at last
Clinging for dear life to the hate horse