A Respeito de Nada

I hate the was you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you head my mind
I hate so much it makes me sick
it evens makes me rhymes

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