Counting On Your Suicide - Zombina & The Skeletones

I well remember when we first met

The office party in El Salvador

You won my heart with a tequila shot

Soon we were swearing we’d never part

Baby, I hate you

I hate to tell you that I hate you

I tell you, I hate you baby

'Cause I’m counting on your suicide

I can’t be happy while you’re still alive

And as the minutes crawl slowly by

I’m counting on your suicide

Out in the desert, the honeymoon

Under a blanket we watched the stars

And if they weren’t so far away and made of burning gas…

Then I’d give them all to you

I can’t understand, someone tell me what happened

'Cause I… I don’t love you

I must have been drugged for a couple of years

'Cause I… I don’t love you

Oh, I… I don’t care where we’ve been

You never meant that much to me anyway