You come around, with your pretentious crap
You ask me what books I read, man you should be slapped
It must be oh so hard to always be correct

But I was wondering have you been yourself yet

You hang around, long after everyone

You tell me you're lonely now, girl you should go home
It must be oh so hard to have to live your life
But I was questioning the source of all your strife


Sin on be the one they sin against
No one here thinks you're innocent

You know God he's not even listening

To a word... to a word


You come around, with your pretentious crap
You ask me what books I read, man you should be slapped


Sin on be the one they sin against
No one here thinks you're innocent

You know God he's not even listening