I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, 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.
your hair your eyes your old Levi's when we kiss, I'm hypnotized you made me laugh, you made me cry, but I guess that's both I'll have to buy your hand in mine when we're intertwined, everything's alright i wanna be with the one I know and the seventh thing I like the most that you do you make me love you