I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your grass
I hate the way the way you park your cars
I hate how you leave the trash
I hate your big dumb beachside house and the way it makes me snooze
I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me leave reviews.
I hate the way you texted me
I hate it when you preach
I hate it when you make me go to the canal or even worse the beach
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 it. Not even close. Not even a little bit, not even at all.