I couldn't help but remember...

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 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 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.