I hate the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even more when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around
and the fact that you didn't call
But mostly, i hate the way i don't hate you,
Not even close.
Not even a little bit
Not even at all.