A slowcore meditation on wanting what someone else has despite genuinely caring about them.
[Verse 1] Found your acceptance letter in my glove compartment Still don't know how it got there State school, nothing fancy But you cried happy tears at the Wendy's on Route 9 I bought you fries and pretended my stomach didn't turn [Chorus] I love you but I hate That your mom calls you back I love you but I hate That things just fall in your lap Like rain on Iowa corn Like sleep after eighteen-wheelers [Verse 2] You got the job at the radio station Playing songs I introduced you to Now you're the voice between commercials For mattress stores and oil changes While I'm still counting register receipts In fluorescent-lit nowhere [Chorus] I love you but I hate That your mom calls you back I love you but I hate That things just fall in your lap Like rain on Iowa corn Like sleep after eighteen-wheelers [Bridge] Maybe jealousy is just love With the radio turned up too loud Maybe I'd miss you more If you ever really struggled [Outro] Still got that Polaroid From graduation day Your cap crooked My smile genuine and poisoned
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