I hate the way you look at me,
I hate the way we talk,
I hate the way you always dress,
And I hate the way you walk.
I hate the way you chew your gum,
And how you style your hair,
I hate your stupid Doc Marten boots,
And how you always stare,
I hate the way you wear silver rings,
I hate the way you laugh,
I hate the way you play guitar,
I hate your big dumb band.
But what I hate even more,
And it makes me cry & ball,
Is that I actually don't hate you,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.
To be honest,
I love the way you look at me,
I love the way we talk,
I love the way you always dress,
And I love the way you walk,
I love the way you chew your gum,
And how you style your hair,
I love your cool Doc Marten boots,
And how you always care.
I love the way you wear silver rings,
I love your infectious laugh,
I love the way you play guitar,
I love your big dope band.
I pretended that I hated you,
Cause it all just felt like a scheme,
Because I've dealt with too many nightmares,
But you feel like a dream.