What i hate about you

The way you tell me I'm gorgeous,
even when you know I'm not,
its the way you say she's cool,
or some other girl is hot.

its the way I'm never wrong,
at least you think I'm always right,
its the way you wont say you're opinion,
just to avoid a fight.

its the way i miss you so Damn much,
i can't get you off of my mind,
its the way you give me butterflies,
every single time.

its the way i want to hate you,
but like you at the same time,
its the way you want to be hers,
even though you're obviously mine.

its the way i just want you to stop,
and think just for a sec,
its the way I'd die to be in your arms,
or to even get a Peck.

its the way i love you,
thats makes me angry the most,
its the way that if you were perfect for me,
all I'd ever do is boast.