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 skinny jeans 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 your 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 your not around and the fact you didnt call, but mostly i hate the way i dont hate you not close not a little bit not even at all.
Hey, remember me? I remember you walking away.
What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you? What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re okay? And I’m falling to pieces, yeah I’m falling to pieces. One still in love while the other one’s breathing, cause when a heart breaks, it don’t break even.