Until Further Notice
T: Stockholm Syndrome
I almost texted you again today
I can’t believe you made me want you
I almost yearned for your face again
I can’t believe you still haunt me

You asked me if I hate you
I told you ‘I do’, I hate you

I felt stupid for loving you
Because I told you we were through
And all the pieces are scattered now
It never fit the puzzle anyhow

You asked me if I hate you
I said ‘how could you?’, I hate you
You asked me if I hate you
I told you ‘I do’, I hate you