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 ryhme.

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 the way you're not around

And the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,