Press or Say Three (Your Call is Important to Us)

It sounds nice on your planet; I'll visit sometime
 Rolling waves, pretty sunsets -- I'll visit sometime
 I'll pack all my problems -- I'll leave them with you
 And when I get home, with a tan, scrubbed in sand,
 No more blood on my hands, I'll know just what to do
 Darling I hate you
 And I thought that you should know
 I want to damage your calm, want to undo your smile
 Let me loathe you awhile, let me loathe you awhile
 It may not be your fault, I'm sure you meant very well
 But I cannot get mad, no I cannot raise hell
 When it's really the cat or the car or the weather or web or the flu
 There's just you
 And for right now
 You will do
 It sounds nice on your planet; please send my regards
 With a smile and a slow wave, please send my regards
 Do warn your connections when you mean to come home
 So I can prepare for the welcome I've planned,
 Rusty pitchfork in hand, a few tricks of my own
 Oh Darling, I hate you
 And I wanted you to know