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Killing ourselves on the phone Every night years ago Suicide was better than rape It was you who taught me to hate I guess I'm through giving a damn Couldn't fix you bet you know who I am (x2) I can't call, what should I do Your answering machine knew me better than you I learned to hate, I do it too well It's getting late, just send me to hell I guess I'm through giving a damn Couldn't fix you bet you know who I am (x2) There's so many things I wanna say I always lose my nerve I've fucked you so many times in my head I'm afraid you wouldn't be as good as you were I guess I'm through giving a damn Couldn't fix you bet you know who I am (x2) I know who I am... From Letras Mania