I hate the way you talk to me.
I hate the way you never cut your hair.
I hate the way you dance around.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb buffalos
The way you try to 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 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.