Hate Your Guts - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Tom Fletcher]

When I was 17, I wished I was 23

When I hit 23, I wished I was 17

Now I'm almost 29, I wish I was 85

It'll be statistically unlikely you'd be alive

Because I hate your guts

Shit, I hate you so much

I hope you suffer a small paper cut

I hope your boss makes you stay for a half hour more

Because I hate your guts

And I wish I didn't love you anymore

I hate the way you breathe

The stupid way you sneeze

How does everything you eat

End up stuck in your teeth?

The way you steal my sheets when we go to bed

As I death stare a hole in the back of your head

Because I hate your guts

Shit, I hate you so much

I hope the battery dies on your phone

I hope your favourite TV show fails to record

Because I hate your guts

And I wish I didn't love you anymore

Wish I didn't love you, woah

I hope when I'm out on tour

You lose your keys to the door

Because I hate your guts

And I wish I didn't love you anymore

Wish I didn't love you, woah

So you must be mistaken if you wanna date me

You'd be more respected if you were to hate me

There's so many warnings you choose to ignore

Because I hate your guts

And I wish I didn't love you anymore

I hate your guts