of different kinds
Some people love afternoons
or the way the moon shines
some people love sleeping as i do too
thats why i ask myself what is it with you

Is there something wrong with the way i speak?
you dont even see me when i pass you on the street
just poke my eyes until i cant see
Because i just cant get
Why you love to hate me
Love to hate me..yeah, yeah

and when i wake up you're the first thing on my mind
come to think eveytime i'm dreaming of you
it takes a cold shower or maybe two
so that i can clear my head of its thoughts of you

Is there something wrong with the way i speak?
Do you even see me when i pass you on the street?
I"ll just close my eyes and just go to sleep
eventhough in my dreams you still love to hate me
Love to hate me..yeah yeah

call me crazy i just don't care
i'll never quit it so you better beware
i'm stucked to you like glue
until you tell me it's alright
to watch you right until i die