I think of you in every conscious moment,
so when I lay my head upon my feathered pillow,
I hope not to see you 'til morning.

But you haunt my dreams,
with words you'll never say to me
and kisses I'll never receive.

I long for the affection you give me in my slumber.
I wish I could hate you, you blue eyed wonder.
And how corny but I cannot help it;

I cannot help but wish for the taste of
your chapped lips. And I'll look at you from
the corner of my eye and I'll want to fix your hair,

and shake you 'til you understand
that you send me trundling
into despair.

And why ever have I fallen for you?
Who thought this would be a good idea?

You're an idiot,
(a ridiculously intelligent idiot)

and I hate you  (I love you)
I hate you (I love you).
-- a.c