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 your always right
I hate it when you lie
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 the way I don't hate you 

Not even close 
Not even a little bit 
Not even at all