Lyrics From Hell With Love - Ryan Caraveo

Sometimes I think about you
And all of the things that you put me through
And I hate every single memory
Yeah, I hate single memory

My mother minted the timid me
The minute my infant needs diminished
'Cause she wasn't finished givin' them men a tease
She'd go out at five, so I'd eat din at three
No wonder why I still hide from intimacy
And dissociate, I prematurely bought a trophy case
'Cause she said I'm chosen, and she knows I'm great
Gave a false sense of self-worth that I would grow to hate
Now I don't feel that it's appropriate to procreate
I'm broken but I'm coping great
Ain't been in a sober state
But it beats chokin' in an open lake
And that's bold to state 'cause I don't like check-ins
No need for connections, I prefer expression
That bedroom I wept in is now my weapon
I don't care what pen, I don't care what page
Every night I'm up late, tryna figure me out

Sometimes I think about you
And all of the things that you put me through
And I hate every single memory
Yeah, I hate every single memory
Sometimes I think about you
And all of the things that you put me through
And I hate every single memory
Sincerely yours, from Hell with lo-o-ove
(Sometimes I think about you)
(Lo-o-ove)
(Sometimes I think about you)

Spent so many days as a basement dweller
Laid waiting for fate to erase this fella
Every day was inflated with great displeasure
Wrote a goodbye page as a basic measure
'Til one day clicked and all came together
My parents in a rage was the main oppressor
But explainin' these thangs don't make them lesser
Like complain' 'bout rain don't change the weather
Instead, I've learned how to turn pain to pleasure
By explaining it on stages, ain't I clever?
Never ever said cheese, now I'm making cheddar
But I'm lyin' if I say that made it better
Maybe I'm a puzzle that's forever unsolved
But I ain't special, man, this world make a mess of us all
I'm not a pessimist, it's just that it was never resolved
If I don't put a rest to it, how can I ever evolve?

Sometimes I think about you
And all of the things that you put me through
And I hate every single memory
Yeah, I hate every single memory
Sometimes I think about you
And all of the things that you put me through
And I hate every single memory
Sincerely yours, from Hell with lo-o-ove
(Sometimes I think about you)
(Lo-o-ove)
(Sometimes I think about you)

(Sometimes I think about you)
(And all of the things that you put me through)
(And I hate every single memory)
(Yeah, I hate every single memory)
(Sometimes I think about you)
(And all of the things that you put me through)
(And I hate every single memory)
(Sincerely yours, from Hell with lo-o-ove)