I Hate Myself

(álbum: An Anthropologist On Mars - 2021)

Well, I hate myself
Just a little bit more than I hate you
Let exhibit A shower you with proof
There is no justice in this world

I might like myself
If I didn't quite look the way I do
If I only could fit more of the truth
Inside those medium t shirts

This family tree
Is inching toward antiquity
I'll never believe
There's nowhere left to run

I like my life
Just a little bit more than I like yours
This Iditarod nightmare I adore
Has served the worst of my disease

But I hate myself
Just the same I can't shake the grand malaise
Each approval, each complimental phrase
Feels like a dagger at my throat

This family tree
Is drowning in hypocrisy
I want to believe
I want to sleep at night
I'm starting to breathe
Unraveling this mystery
I've come to believe
That no one wins this fight

I hate myself
When I hate myself
'Cause I hate myself
When I hate myself
And I hate myself
'Cause I hate myself
When I hate myself
I hate myself