She talks a lot But I'm not listening Pretty people in places, like abandoned homes Can they tell that the ones who put them there are their own Give them sidewalks, take away hope And condemn whatever just so that you can stay afloat I know that you hate yourself I know, I know, I know I know that hate self Wealth I know, I know, I know I know that you grift for fun I know So you take them, and squeeze all of the life out their lungs No one really knows the truth so just accept what you want Take some airports, send them to hell But no one will pity you once you're all bare by yourself I know that you hate yourself I know, I know, I know I know that hate self Welth I know, I know, I know I know that you grift for fun I know, I know