Revenge On Your Birthday

With your temple to the barrel of my gun
I finally hate you
I hate you
I can finally say to you
That you mean less to me than the cigarette
Burning a hole in your lungs
You hold it between your fingers like a singer in a cabaret
But you are nothing
You mean nothing
I can finally say
You are less
You are less

And while we're at it
Feel free to disconnect, my darling
Feel free to apologize for your transgression
And I'll feel free to resort to aggression
You must know that you're just a pity of a person
And I must know you can't kill me anymore
You can't...you can't

With two hands on the wheel
I will drive you home
I will drive you home
This last time, I will drive you away
This last time, I will see you wipe your makeup off
But nonetheless, you're face is a black mess
This is you, you are a black mess
You're a mess and no one's tried to clean you up
You're a mess
You're a mess

And while we're at it
Feel free to disconnect, my darling
Feel free to apologize for your transgression
And I'll feel free to resort to aggression
You must know that you're just a pity of a person
And I must know you won't kill me anymore
You won't...you won't
Well you can shout it again, shout it again
I hate you too
Guess what? I hate you too
You know, I hate you too

With one word it takes to wipe
That lackadaisical grin off your face
With five fingers it takes to slam the door
And through the door, you're crying
I've always heard you crying
And I've always been laughing
This is the way it should be
This is the way it should be
This is the way it should have been