Most Call It Hate

At first it was innate Went on our first date Got their by eight Not a minute too late Kisses on my face Sped up my heart rate Wanna take me to Kuwait Too swift in these skates Scared of our fate Got me feeling like bait It's that big screen love We trying to imitate Just wait! This ain't the right place I love to be caught  But I enjoy the chase Can we at least touch base? He wanna 'touch base' Does what he can to  Make my pupils dilate Up in my estate We begin to relate His eyes I translate But he ain't my soul mate His bigger than great I do figures of eight Now he wanna dictate Makes me so irate In a heated debate  Make his ego deflate Plans he had Begin to deviate I need an escape We have to separate Ready to let go and  Lock the silver gate Made a mistake That I will not duplicate Always throw it out If you've got a broken plate No off switch But you can update  No phone calls I don't need to wait Love so strong  Most call it hate Feelings I got  I try to amputate Emotions never easy  To alleviate So now it's time For my mind to reinstate