“I love you,” she said,
“I love you more than I’ve loved anything,”
I had a pistol to my temple
when I thought about her,
But the words didn’t mean much,
She was after all just my mother.

“I hate you,” she said,
“I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anything,”
I had a pistol to my temple
when I thought about her,
And the words meant more than you’d imagine,
She was after all a girl I’d met on Tinder.