I hate love the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate love your big dumb combat boots wicked programming skills
And the way you read my mind
I hate love you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me ryhme
I hate love the way you're always right
I hate love it when you lie bike
I hate love 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.