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.