I hate the way you loved me
I hate it that I cared
I hate the way you make me smile
I hate the way we dared
I hate the startling blue of your eyes
And the way you squeezed my hand
I hate so many other things I simply cannot stand.
I hate that I can't trust you
I hate it when you drink
I hate that you don't call me
I hate the way you think
There may be more things all about you
More things that I hate
But I hate the fact that it's been so long
And you've been the subject of my every song
I can't believe I'm holding on
To someone I so despise
And to think the last thing you said to me
Was that you missed the blue of my eyes.