Counting the Hours

Cause I’m not down with that Because you are single handedly the most terribly awful person I think I’ve ever met. And I couldn't hate you more. I think you really, seriously should leave right now, cause, right there, you see it that's the door. You’ve drained every last bit of life in my house. You’ve drank my coffee used my tea. And yes, that includes me. So when you're gone, I’ll scream and shout. And cry great joyous tears. But whom am I kidding'. That won't happen. Not in a thousand years. So I’ll sit here and wait, as I read headlines fast and count the hours slow but true, as they never ever pass. I hate you more than type can say. I hate you everyday. Your friends, your life, I hate it all. So just pack your bags and everything that once was loved by me. Because I don't want a sign, I don't want a trace, of what there used to be.