In "I HATE THIS SONG," Haiden Henderson wakes from the first peaceful sleep in months, only to find the quiet haunted by a lost love still laughing through the window and humming in the kitchen. The shared song has become a poison berry serenade, deliberately replayed as self-punishment. Strands of hair and untouched belongings keep the voice alive, refusing to be thrown out. Turning the music up drowns nothing; it just tears the wound open again, proving that hating the song is easier than admitting the love still hurts.
I HATE THIS SONG Lyrics by Haiden Henderson
Slept so good like a dead man
First sweet dreams I’ve had in months
Freckled face and a suntan
Wasn’t there to wake me up
Hear you laughing through my window
Humming in the microwave
Remember when this song was ours?
Poison berry serenade
La-la-la, la-la-la
I hate this song
‘Cause it makes me think of you
I put it on
‘Cause I hate myself too
So I turn it up and it tears me down
Don’t need love if I drown it out
I hate this song
‘Cause it makes me think of
‘Cause it makes me think of you
The strands of you left me to find
They’re still in the corners after all of this time
I hear your voice when I go through your things
I won’t throw ’em out just to hear you sing
La-la-la, la-la-la
I hate this song
‘Cause it makes me think of you
I put it on
‘Cause I hate myself too
So I turn it up and it tears me down
Don’t need love if I drown it out
I hate this song (I hate this song)
‘Cause it makes me think of
‘Cause it makes me think of you
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la
‘Cause it makes me think of
‘Cause it makes me think of (You)
