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 your big combats-boots
And the way you rea my mind
I hate it when you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make my laugh
Even more 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 …