I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you whisper into my ears.
I hate the way you nag about my driving. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big smartass brains 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 that 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.