My Ida Emma

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you can't be near.

I hate the way you use your guitar,

I hate it when you not here.

I hate your big dumb working pants 

and the way you make me blind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always quite

I hate that you're shy.

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 care.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,

not even close

not even a little bit

not even at all.