Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy. I do not own the song that I have used. I am a poor college student. I'm lucky that I own my own pair of flip flops, let alone a whole show.
Some stupid chick in the checkout line
Was paying for beer with nickels and dimes
And some old man who clipped coupons
Had argued whenever they wouldn't take one
All I wanted to was buy some cigarettes
But I couldn't take it anymore so I left
Bambi is freaking staying in my apartment. Again. Burke says that George has problems. That he needs us. Unless it's surgical, it's not my problem.
I hate everyone
I hate everyone
I hate everyone
I hate everyone
I like my space. I enjoy my space. Especially away from the hospital. I mean, seriously. We're together 80 hours a week as it is. And we all usually go out to Joe's after work. Is it really necessary to live with one of the other interns? I mean, Meredith, Izzie and George made it work. Now Alex is making it work with Izzie and Mer. But I am not them.
All the people on the street, I hate you all
And the people that I meet, I hate you all
And the people that I know, I hate you all
And the people that I don't, I hate you all
Oh, I hate you all
I honestly don't know how Meredith does it. Izzie with all her bubbly goodness. I guess she really hasn't been all bubbly lately. With the whole Denny thing, and then the George thing. And she's been moping around lately. Not really talking to anyone but George. When George feels like talking to her, anyway. So Callie found out. Big deal. You should have been the big man to tell her that you were either doing your best friend or in love with her. Whatever it is with those two.
Some f------ asshole just cut me off
And gave me the finger when I fucking honked
Then he proceeded to put on the brakes
He slammed on the brakes, but I made a mistake
When I climbed out of my van he was waiting
But he was six three and two hundred pounds of Satan
Then there's Alex. I knew he was bad news from the start. When he called Meredith a nurse, I knew. I don't know why Meredith asked him to move in. He's "our people". What does that mean? Our people. Even he's been moping around here since Jane Doe flipped out on him.
I hate everyone
I hate everyone
I hate everyone
I hate everyone
If it wasn't for Meredith, I'd go crazy around here. And the Southern Comfort. Since George has been staying with us, I've drinking a little of that every night. God. Go back to Izzie already. Then you can stop sleeping on my couch. Our couch. Whatever. What's his is going to be mine soon anyway.
All the people on the street, I hate you all
And the people that I meet, I hate you all
And the people that I know, I hate you all
And the people that I don't, I hate you all
Oh, I hate you all
Burke and his whole "O'malley's my guy." Damnit. I don't get them. At all. Whatever.
I bet you think I'm kidding
But I promise you its true
I hate most everybody
But most of all I hate
Oh, I hate you
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"You're thinking about something."
"How much longer is he going to be staying?"
"He needs a place to stay."
"Why can't he stay on Meredith's couch? He was fine there."
"Because he needs some space from Izzie."
"Whatever."
All the people on the street, I hate you all
And the people that I meet, I hate you all
And the people that I know, I hate you all
And the people that I don't, I hate you all
And the people in the east, I hate you all
And the people I hate least, I hate you all
And the people in the west, I hate you all
And the people I like best, I hate you all
Oh, I hate you all
I can handle the sleeping on the couch. Really. I'll complain about it, but I'll handle it. Even when he cut his hair. I could handle that. But there is one thing I cannot handle. It's that damn clarinet. He brings it out, I'm bringing a scalpel home. I know how to make it look like an accident.