Sorry I don't love you. A phrase I've grown accustomed to. 'Cause with you, If something isn't wrong (something isn't wrong) Then something isn't right I wish you could be happy. They sell smiles by the bottle at the pharmacy. Why's it seem like everybody knows, everyone but you? I think you're overdue, how about you? Oh how about? Did it hurt when your head hit the ground? Could you even make a sound? 'Cause I wouldn't even know Wouldn't even know since we don't even talk I don't even know I don't even know if that's something you want I think we're overdue And how about you? How about? You don't speak, speak, speak, speak to me Oh baby, you don't even speak, speak, don't speak to me Maybe if I cut off all my hair You would forget how much you hate my face And maybe I could forget about you Don't speak Don't speak Don't speak No, no, no Don't speak Don't speak No, no You don't speak, speak, speak, speak to me Oh baby, you don't even speak, speak, don't speak to me Maybe if you cut off all your hair You would forget how much you hate yourself