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 combat boots, and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're 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 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

I’ll love you till the day i die
Oh baby don’t you ever cry
Soar up, fly into the sky
Ya mind is just a wicked light at night
It haunts you like an endoparasite
Demons all up in yo mind
Baby you will be alright
Yea gorgeous on the inside
And precious on the outside
You shine bright like a nightlight