"But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

I hate 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 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 the fact 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.