I hate the way you interact with
me
and the way you cut your hair
i hate the way you sit the bench;
i hate the way your whole team stares
i hate your stupid facial hair
and the way you're always on my mind
i hate you so much it makes me sick
it even makes me rhyme
i hate the way you make me weak
and i hate it when you're high
i hate it when bode asks about you
because it makes me want to cry
i hate it how you're a jayhawk
and the fact you're going to kansas
but mostly i hate the fact that i don't hate
you,
not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all