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 that 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 the way youre not around
and the fact that you didnt call
but mostly i hate the way i don't hate you
not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.