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, Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.