Last night I heard a song, it brought back all these awful feelings I never listened long enough, but now I get the meaning I was your broken record, soundtrack to your starry ceiling Our track was skipping, starting over, is it worth repeating? You sang along, and I still lie awake at night I can't stop thinkin' 'bout the way you said I hope you hear this song over and over again I hope it burns a hole right through your fucking head And while you're out there dancing to someone new I hope you hear this song, I hope it kills you too I hope you hate this song (hate this song) Like I hate you (like I hate you) The ghost of your melody, it haunts me like a fading echo You cut through the silence like the sirens through my bedroom window I should be movin' on, but you don't want to let me let go I've heard this one a million times, and I hope That when you hear this song over and over again I hope it burns a hole right through your fucking head And while you're out there dancing to someone new I hope you hear this song, I hope it kills you too I hope you hate this song (hate this song) Like I hate you (like I hate you) When you hear my voice, I hope it makes you sick Next time you sing along, you can choke on it Yeah, I hope it makes you sick, sick, sick, sick Oh, I hope it makes you sick (ha-ha, oh, shit) I hope you hear this song over and over again I hope it burns a hole right through your fucking head And while you're out there dancing to someone new I hope you hear this song, I hope it kills you too I hope you hate this song (I hope you hate this song) Like I hate you (like I hate you) I hope you hate this song (I fucking hate this song) Like I hate you (like I hate you) I hope you hate this song