"I hate the way you talk to me
The way you cut your hair
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"