Loved him, hated him, couldn't seem to like him, so I left him,
No you don't get him,
The guy I stuff in the closet,
Pretending I was no where close to him,
Even though you don't have to do that, he'll say he'll love you but oh god it's him,
The first one jumping from place to place like a pack of fleas,
He'll say it but don't know how to mean it, when I picked it up I left him for that exact sort of tease