Words I Hate - Regis

Eleanor rigby, windows open

The smell of rain was suffocating

Hands in pockets, the canteen empty

Bent over the glass pannels

Im always sneaking around

Im not paying attention

If thats all you have to say

Then all you are are words i hate

If i dont kill you

Then its gonna kill me

Enough of sickening resolutions

The translation is off

But all you are are words i hate

Europe football, one more round

Arguments about music

You break my heart with a single word

Its always my name you say

Why do i tell you these things

Youre not here with me

Wher do i go from here if

Youre not following

And its always on more glimpse

Before i go

One more word before i let this die

If we did outrun the clouds

Would we still have drowned