Hate

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 that I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit
Not even at all