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