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 when you're not around

and the fact that you didn't call

But mostly, I hate that way that I don't hate you

Not even close

Not even a little bit

Not even at all