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 make me laugh-
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.