Owen Stroud

she don’t laugh and sass me like she used to
she don’t go out of her way to say hello and talk
she don’t want to ride with me ’round Houston
but maybe she don’t hate me after all

maybe she don’t hate me after all
even though the things I did
always turned out wrong
so maybe she don’t hate me
maybe she don’t hate me
no, maybe she don’t hate me after all

she smiled when I told a funny story
she said she liked the way I played on my guitar
she didn’t try to walk off in a hurry
so maybe she don’t hate me after all

maybe she don’t hate me after all
even though the words I said
always came out wrong
so maybe she don’t hate me
maybe she don’t hate me
no, maybe she don’t hate me after all

well I wish that I could tell her that I’m sorry 
that I don’t really feel for her
the way that she recalls
but I might just be wasting time with worry 
‘cause maybe she don’t hate me after all

maybe she don’t hate me after all
even though the things I did
always turned out wrong
maybe she don’t hate me after all
even though the things I did
always turned out wrong
so maybe she don’t hate me
maybe she don’t hate me
no, maybe she don’t hate me after all