it was on that faithful night
that things started to go downhill
it was just one teeny fight
so I knew he loved me still

“we quarrel like lovers do”
I thought this to myself
but how could he really think
I would see someone else

that Thursday night was quiet
could feel growing disdain
the whole world was silent and before I knew it
morning came

the way he couldn't let it go
after all was said and done
then and there, I should've
known
he just couldn't be the one

that's just how the cookie crumbles
it was never meant to last
screams of love reduced to mumbles
bringing up the shameful past

he loved me or so it seemed
until on Friday afternoon
“I hate you!” is what he screamed
and in that moment I agreed
from now on I hate you too