h8 ur guts
Max Olmstead
Frantically, I fumble through the pictures
Sat through one too many lectures
On all the ways I fuck up everything
My mistakes, I call 'em misadventures
Think I'm bound to crack under the pressure
Do any of these words mean anything?
Look in the mirror, act real tough
Look in the mirror, "am I enough?"
Look in the mirror and shout, "I hate your guts"
Carefully collect my imagination
It ran wild, man, what am I thinking
Living in a world so far from fantasy
I imagine how you'd start to fade
Find a million more things that I hate
Wish I could be anyone but me
Look in the mirror, act real tough
Look in the mirror, "am I enough?"
Look in the mirror and shout, "I hate your guts"