Last night I heard a song it brought back all these awful feelings I never listened long enough but now I get the meaning I was your broken record soundtrack to your starry ceiling I tried to escape and started over is it worth repeating
You say you're alone and I'll still lie awake at night I can't stop thinking 'bout the way you said
I hope you hear this song over and over again I hope it burns a hole right through your fucking head And while you're out there dancing to someone new I hope you hear this song and I hopе it kills you too I hope you hate this song (Hate this song) Likе I hate you (Like I hate you)
The ghost of humanity it haunts me like a fading echo You cut through the silence like the sirens hear my bedroom window I should be moving on but you don't wanna let me let go I've heard this one a million times and I hope -
That when you hear this song over and over again I hope it burns the whole blood through your fucking head And while you're out there dancing to someone new I hope you hear this song I hope it kills you too I hope you hate this song (Hate this song) Like I hate you (Like I hate you)
When you hear my voice, I hope it makes you sick Next time you sing along, you can choke on
Yeah I hope it makes you sick, sick, sick, sick I hope it makes you sick (Hahaha, shit)
I hope you hear this song over and over again I hope it burns a hole right through your fucking head And while you're at it dance it to someone new I hope you hear this song I hope it kills you too I hope you hate this song I hope you hate this song Like I hate you Like I hate you
I hope you hate this song I fucking hate this song Like I hate you Like I hate you I hope you hate this song
Compositores: Alexander William Gaskarth, Andrew Maxwell Goldstein, Jack Bassam Barakat, Brian A Burkheiser, Richard Julius Vanlerberghe, Jonathan Michael Eberhard (Jon Eberhard), Steve Mention ECAD: Obra #47615863