Love writes a letter and sends it to Hate:nMy vacation,s ending, I'm coming home latenThe weather was fine and the ocean was greatnAnd I can't wait to see you againnnHate reads the letter and throws it awaynNo one here cares if you go or you staynI barely even noticed that you were awaynI'll see you or I won't, whatevernnLove sings a song as she sails through the skynThe water looks bluer through her pretty eyesnAnd everyone knows it whenever she fliesnAnd also when she comes downnnHate keeps his head up and walks through the streetnEvery stranger and drifter he greetsnAnd shakes hands with every loner he meetsnWith a serious look on his facennLove arrives safely with suitcase in toenCarrying with her the good things we knownA reason to live and a reason to grownTo trust, to hold, to carennHate sits alone on the hood of his carnWithout much regard to the moon or the starsnLazily killing the last of a jarnOf the strongest stuff you can drinknnLove takes a taxi, a young man drivesnAs soon he sees her hope fills his eyesnBut tears follow after at the end of the ridenBecause he might never see her againnnHate gets home lucky to still be alivenHe screams over the sidewalk and into the drivenThe clock in the kitchen says two-fifty-fivenAnd the clock in the kitchen is slownnLove has been waiting patient and kindnJust wanting a phone call or some kind of signnThat the one that she cares for who's out of his mindnWill make it back safe to her armsnnHate stumbles forward and leans in the doornWeary head hung down, eyes to the floornHe says, Love, I'm sorry, and she says, What for?nI'm yours and that's it, whatevernI should not have been gone for so longnI'm yours and that's it, forevernYour mine and that's it, forever