Believe In Nothing

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 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