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 EVEN AT ALL.