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 worse when you make me cry
i hate it that 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 any at all