Piece it together
Now all we talk about is the weather
I hate that it's good for you
I heard you two are together
And I know, I know your best friend doesn't care
When she hits you with that awful stare
I hate the way you loved me, I hate the way I cared
I hate everything that I did and that I said
You still laugh at me
And finally I can think about laughing too
The great tragedy
That in the face of profound grief or apathy
At work I find solace in a bathroom stall
And hang my head
And stifle a sigh