This Morning I Hate You

some days i think yes
and some days i think
no and sometimes i forget
the things i¹ve always known
and some words seem much bigger
than what¹s printed on the page
and some souls they¹re much thinner
than the picture they portray
and sometimes i love red, love yellow, brownish black and blue,
yeah sometimes i love everything
but this morning i hate you.

sometimes i like big,
but sometimes big¹s too much
and sometimes i just need
and some nights that¹s enough
and someone somewhere told me once
somethin¹s got to give
and sometimes i swear i¹d give up
but i don¹t know where up is
and sometimes i like elvis, sheryl, prince, the clash and lou,
yeah, sometimes i love everyone
but this morning i hate you.

i swear it¹s true,
i hate your brown green eyes,
your fabulous tattoo,
the long and sexy nights,
the funky way you dress
and how you light the room,
but what i hate the best¹s
that i¹m still missin¹ you.

some things i just take,
some things i can¹t and don¹t
and sometimes i can fake it
but mostly i won¹t
and sometimes i just need to get a grip or cop a feel
and sometimes i just need to hold on tight to something real
yeah, sometimes i even love wakin¹ up alone on a picture perfect sunday afternoon,
yeah, sometimes i love everything
but this morning i hate you.

© 2001 Nancy Magarill