I Hate That I Love Her

Verse 1 She’s standing in the doorway

with that suitcase by her side, Saying she’s been thinking ‘bout the way we always

fight. There’s a crack in her voice like a windshield line,

Running through the years where our hearts intertwined. She says, “We’re just bad

timing in a house of regret,” But her eyes are saying something that her words

forget. Every picture on the wall starts shaking in its frame,

Like the memories all remembering our names. Pre-Chorus I tell her,

“Go if you’re leaving,” but my hands won’t get the door,