[Verse 1] We’re three drinks deep into a Friday night, Sittin' 'round a table that's too small for this conversation. Someone drops a headline like they’re dropping a bomb, And my internal fire alarm goes completely off. [Verse 2] I see the hole in the logic before they even finish the sentence, My phone is already unlocked under the table, sourcing the data. Swore to my therapist I'd let the small things slide, But there's a courtroom waiting for me deep inside. [Pre-Chorus] You look at me. I bite my lip. I’m supposed to just nod and take a sip. But I can't.... [Chorus] Oh, I hate that I love the rush of the friction! Tearing down a wall just to prove a conviction! I wanted to learn how you see through your eyes, But I ended up cutting you down to size. Yeah, I look for a spark, but I leave a fire, Tied up in the knots of my own desire. I hate what I love. Yeah, I hate what I love. [Verse 3] Now the temperature in the room rapidly drops, Everyone is suddenly interested in their socks. I’m serving up citations like a lethal weapon, Forgetting that friendship isn't somethin' you win. [Chorus] Oh, I hate that I love the rush of the friction! Tearing down a wall just to prove a conviction! I wanted to learn how you see through your eyes, But I ended up cutting you down to size. Yeah, I look for a spark, but I leave a fire, Tied up in the knots of my own desire. I hate what I love. Yeah, I hate what I love. [Outro] The air clears out. The dopamine fades. I’m standing in the wreckage of the points I made. No one’s clapping, no one’s cheered. Just a quiet room where the atmosphere went weird. I didn’t want the drama. I just wanted the chase. I wanted to feel the gears turning in this place. But it is what it is. Yeah, it is what it is. My hands are empty, but my mind is full. I’m already waiting for the next conversation to pull. I hate what I love. Next round's on me.
