Good For Bond, Bad For You

If you had anywhere else to be besides stealing beer at parties

Frankly I'd be surprised

And I won't assume, because I already know it's true

Everything that you claim that you're into

You're nothing to get attached to

Trying to find redeeming traits

But nothing ever seems to come to mind

We've circled our brains enough times to know

Your best excuse is lack of personality.

Sink or swim, you're drowning in what's left of your confidence

We're watching you try way too hard

I wish I was brave enough to say this all to your face

But you'll hear it anyways from everyone around you

I'm getting out of this town small enough for two.