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 youre 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 youre not around,
And the fact that you didnt call
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all.
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 youre 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 youre not around,
And the fact that you didnt call
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all.
