I made a list of reasons why I hate you (Now)
And even though I made them up, I still hate you (Yeah)
I hate the way you used to roll your eyes when I played my music
And how you'd always talk about Disney all the time
But most of all I hate the fact that I have no one to go back to when I get home
Maybe I'll be more mature
And I can be with you in the same room
But right now I'll scream
At the top of my lungs of how you hurt me
I need you more than you need me
I need you more than you need me
I need you more than you need me