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 makes me even rhyme.
I hate it.
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 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.