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 that 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 any at all.
