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