I loathe when you give me excuses.
You could have just told me you were sick of it or you were tired of going through the same routine with me.
Your excuses aren't really the best and I could see they're all made up a few seconds before.
When you said you're meeting the boys but you're off to some club on the other side of town, I knew you're starting to get fed up with me.
I loathe when I follow you after you turn down going for ice-cream with me.
