I love the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
and the way you cut your hair.
I love the way you drive my heart,
I love it when you stare.
I love your black leather jacket
and the way you read my mind.
I love 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 shut up.
I love it when you make me laugh,
but I hate 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.
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