Who the hell are you to tell me what I am
And what's my master plan.
What makes you think that it includes you?
Stop flattering yourself, so when the smoke clears here I am.
Your reject all-American.
Here we go again, another night of being bummed I’ll keep to myself, avoid the sun and cancel plans with everyone I know ‘cause this is how it always ends Our bond will break ‘cause you can’t relate to anyone, to anything at all