The True Meaning of Hate

Tonight is the night for us I wait Patiently setting the romantically lit table I hear a soft knock at my front door I walk gracefully trying not to soar You greet me with a disinterested kiss For me, you've ruined our night of bliss I try even harder to please you Jumping to your every call to see who You really love You quickly close your cell when I walk in At this point I quickly begin To assume that it's not me you want But someone else who's got you flaunt(ing) The rocawear you wear The cologne that mesmerizes me Wasn't bought to please me As our dinner comes to a close You begin to tug at my clothes I begin to cry for lack of thought And you slap me and say I ought to be glad you even came and that you were missing the game I quickly flee up the steps in disgust Guzzling down wine and stifling a cuss You appear at my door with a gun in your hand I quickly maneuver towards the window to stand I weep silently awaiting your reaction You lower the gun and come racing at me I hug you passionately and reach for the phone I can feel you smell and caress me as you moan I take the gun out of your hand I ask you why and want to know your plan I love you, you say, but you know that I know About what That brother you got waiting at the ho Tell me why you're doing this to me I simply reply I hate you and I want you to hate me. I shoot him. LaLa Curse 12/4/05 Back into the Swing of Things: Vol. I