I hate the way you look at me and the way you always smile,
Makes me realize how much I’m in denial.
I hate that we hang out at the same bar,
And no I don’t have a car.
I hate the way your pants are always loose,
Cause you really don’t have a caboose
I hate the way you look at me in the eye
It always makes me cry.
I hate that I think about you often,
Guess that’s better than being forgotten.
I hate that anytime I see or hear a loud black truck,
It makes me want to duck.
I hate that I got so attached,
I tried to play hard to catch.
I hate that you played Gypsy Angel,
Now it just makes me feel so tangled.
I hate that you liked to fish,
Makes me want to wish, wish, wish.
I hate that you brought out the best in me,
Like you were some sort of disease.
I hate the way you make me shake,
Guess my feelings really aren’t that fake.
I hate the way you slept half naked,
But I knew that I could take it.
I hate the way you called them smokey treats,
Now it just kinda just gives me the creeps.
I hate the way you held me tight,
We never even had a fight.
I hate that you liked your back scratched,
If I could I would take them all back.
I hate the words…miss you and stuff,
Just really makes me want to cuse.
I hate the way you rub your head,
That means its almost time for bed.
I hate the way I see you with other girls,
Just makes me want to hurl.
I hate the way you read my mind,
It makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it when you are 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 the way that looks can kill,
God only knows that time will heal.
I hate that I hate these things about you
If you could only know how much I love you and don’t want to live without you.
But mostly I hate they way I don’t hate you,
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.