The cold-hearted prick who stole my innocence and broke my heart. Out of sight out of mind is too damn hard, Now that he’s back in town, determined to ruin my life all over again. Look, I’ve moved on and all that - met someone new, But that boy is like a bad habit, A shot of whiskey when you’re already ten deep, He’ll fill you with regret but he’s a helluva time. There’s only so many bars and stop signs in a small town, We were bound to run into each other again, But I didn’t expect to feel the same flood of emotions come over me, I wanted to hate him forever. I don’t need this confusion, I don’t need him trying to find a spot back in my life, What I hate . . . like really, really hate is the way I still smell his damn cologne, The way I still look for his car when I drive by his mama’s house. But what I hate the most . . . Is that as hard as I try, I don’t hate him at all. Note: Author newsletter exclusive series.