Well, I hate myself Just a little bit more than I hate you Let exhibit A shower you with proof There is no justice in this world I might like myself If I didn't quite look the way I do If I only could fit more of the truth Inside those medium t shirts This family tree Is inching toward antiquity I'll never believe There's nowhere left to run I like my life Just a little bit more than I like yours This Iditarod nightmare I adore Has served the worst of my disease But I hate myself Just the same I can't shake the grand malaise Each approval, each complimental phrase Feels like a dagger at my throat This family tree Is drowning in hypocrisy I want to believe I want to sleep at night I'm starting to breathe Unraveling this mystery I've come to believe That no one wins this fight I hate myself When I hate myself 'Cause I hate myself When I hate myself And I hate myself 'Cause I hate myself When I hate myself I hate myself