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 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