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 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 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.