I hate the place I work at; I hate my beat up car
If it wasn’t for you my darling, probably wouldn’t be as far
I hate the places that I go, and I hate when you take me there
If it wasn’t for you my darling, probably wouldn’t even care, well.

I hate everything. But most of all I love you.

I hate the things on my TV, and I hate the air I breathe
If it wasn’t for you my darling, probably would never leave
I hate writing love songs, and I hate when you call me gay
If it wasn’t for you my darling, I’m sure I’d be okay, now

I hate the town that I was from, and I hate having nothing to do
If it wasn’t for you my darling, I know I’d hate you too
I hate the way they treat you, and I hate how they treat me
If it wasn’t for you my baby, probably would let it be, well.

I never realized how much I truly lacked,
until the fateful day when you wouldn’t take me back
From the very first night when you hit me like heroin,
I knew that you would be the death of me