I hate your heart, I hate your eyes
I hate yours guts, I hate your lies
you damn notorious liar, you
I hate it that I think of you

you made me hate 400 lux 
And your green sweater fucking sucks

I hate your self sufficient jokes
And the way you make me smoke
I hate the way you fix your tie
And the way you make me cry

I hate your black combat boots
And your old fashioned suits

I hate your dumb artistic jeans
And the fact that nothing means
Fucking Anything to you
As long as it ain't something new