I Hate This Town
John Grant
Or fine as it was for me
To see your face today
I guess I knew that it would happen at some point
And I dreaded it because I knew
That you would be so kind
You could've died you've got it right down to the signs
So you observe the strict rules laid out in the books of Vatican
And tell me you I enjoy my stay
And I feel none that I can believe
That I was stupid enough to leave my bed today
If I'm so smart then why's this happening
You know I hate this fucking town
You cannot even leave your fucking house
Without running into someone who no longer cares about you
Somebody who you desperately want to see
But you know it's only going to cause more grief
But there's nothing left to say
And he can't hear you anyway
It's so confusing 'cause I really want
To hate you, but my intellect reminds me
That that doesn't make no sense
And I wanted to be your friend
But I couldn't pull it off in the end
And I'm disappointed with myself as I thought I did
But then again you always made it clear
That you do not care either way
Which begs the question
How can I still claim to love you
You told me time and time again
That you don't lose you always win
And that to make an effort would just be beneath you
You know I hate this fucking town
You cannot even leave your fucking house
Without running into someone who no longer cares about you
Somebody who you desperately want to see
But you know it's only going to cause more grief
But there's nothing left to say
And he can't hear you anyway
Now I'm packing my bags again
And you are not in the saddle then