I say I hate her. She says she hates me. But I can't stop looking at her when she's distracted, I can't stop imagining her naked in my bed... and I know she feels the same, but I want her to admit it

And when I see her drunk at Jack's house party, in that short, tight black dress, I go over and take her to a secluded place

"Tell me that you hate me. I need to hear it, little bee" because that's what she is to me, a bee that I can never catch.