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 that it makes me sick
It even makes me ryhme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lieI 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 callBut mostly I hate the way I don't hate youNot even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
