Indica - Nursery Crimes

How I love to hate the morning sun
And the cheerful voices as they come
To erase my dreams at sore, dead smiles
How I love to hate the things I down
Learn to love the things that make me numb
Using earnest words for empty lines
I would love to break their telescopes
"Girl you'll go so far I hope"
But all those stars are just a joke
I would love to feel the love I fake
And make love to things I hate
My future's bright behind me

See the dangling puppet
(Something) in the corner
Dancing on the borders of my empty stages
One toy soldier gives the order
The puppet lands, and I'll never ever wake again

How I hate to love when others dance
Take your chance, they romance
Their hearts beat, one by one
How I hate the words 'lets have fun'
You're the one
I can only wonder when it's ever done
How I hate to love playing dumb
None for all, all for fun
Open arms and itchy thumbs
How I hate to love the ones I love
Love to hate myself so much
Love to hate me when I love

Ever