It sounds nice on your planet; I'll visit sometime Rolling waves, pretty sunsets -- I'll visit sometime I'll pack all my problems -- I'll leave them with you And when I get home, with a tan, scrubbed in sand No more blood on my hands, I'll know just what to do Darling I hate you And I thought that you should know I want to damage your calm, want to undo your smile Let me loathe you awhile, let me loathe you awhile It may not be your fault, I'm sure you meant very well
But I cannot get mad, no I cannot raise hell When it's really the cat or the car or the weather or web or the flu There's just you And for right now You will do It sounds nice on your planet; please send my regards With a smile and a slow wave, please send my regards Do warn your connections when you mean to come home So I can prepare for the welcome I've planned Rusty pitchfork in hand, a few tricks of my own Oh Darling, I hate you And I wanted you to know