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
