I hope my mixtapes kept you company, Driving home with all of your things. Was it easy sifting through the vinyl, Picking out which Bright Eyes album's yours? My past mistakes have taught me nothing, Never took my heart out from my sleeve, But now you've come and stole my sweater, Exposed cuts for the whole world to see. I won't be the one to save you, I won't be the medicine on your shelf. I'm desperately hoping just to hate you Half as much as I hate myself. 40 oz warm inside me, Help to keep the flood behind its gate, There to save me from my own depression, The town could drown, God forbid it breaks. I'll say I'm fine, If you'd believe me, Oh nevermind the feelings fleeting . I won't be the one to save you, I won't be the medicine on your shelf. I'm desperately hoping just to hate you Half as much as i hate myself.