I’ve found more often than not that I can’t seem to stand the sound of my own voice And I’ve tried by best to deny it But just learnt to accept that I don’t really have much choice Pre chorus: But to deal with the hand I was dealt with and forget everything I’ll never be able to learn If at best I can say I messed up and I failed its bad luck but at least I messed things up on my own terms. Chorus: I wanna dance alone tonight and drink ‘til I can sing but when I’ve drowned in all the alcohol please take me home so i can hate myself again. Verse: I’ve found more often than not that my reflection’s the last thing I can stand to look at because when I see myself staring back I see a person who had the chance but now has nothing to show. Pre Chorus: So I’ll deal with the hand I was dealt with and forget the bullshit I’ll never be able to learn If at best I can say I fucked up and I failed its bad luck but at least I fucked things up on my own terms. Bridge: I’ve picked myself to pieces so that I could find a shred of self respect but its a waste of time. The only thing I found is that I’ll be just fine pretending I don’t hate myself tonight.