Broken Dreams

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 want
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

The way you read my mind
The way you read my mind

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

The way you read my mind

I hate it, I hate the way you're always
Right, I hate you so much it makes me sick

The way you read my mind