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 it, i hate the way you are 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 are not around, and the fact that you didn't call
and mostly i hate the way i don't hate you
not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all