hate sitting there
waiting for your old hair cut
to not give me a bad feeling

hate sitting here
thinking...
why the **** are your jeans so tight?

hate sitting here
knowing full well that there's no reason
to feel this feeling

hate sitting here
waiting for your eyes
to not be ******* dead

hate sitting here
knowing that you're going to have to touch me
with cold hands giving me shock
and a clenched jaw

hate sitting here
out of control
with you're hands around my neck
and a head ache
i wish would leave me alone

hate sitting here
i really just hate it