I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive your 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 that 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.