Why don't you be the artist?
Love the air you breath
Share the ocean breeze
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 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.
Paint spotted tear drops on my shirt,
Told you I'd let them go.
Think about the good things no matter what they say.
Smile and say you want me,kiss me and grab my hand, oh why are you so lovely. I will love you no matter what,so scream up a storm or make me cry an ocean of tears full of missing those eyes that say they hate me so far, this day, or maybe this year.