I can never be like you
I don't ever talk like that
You smile with a sparkler drink
And stumble in your lipstick mess
Hollywood philosophies
Yeah, it's a tragedy
But you keep hanging on
With a vacant look
Just waiting around for someone to take you home

And I know you know I'm not the one
I'm sorry I was late, I didn't wanna come

Aaaaaahhhhhh!
Oh no, man, it's just not that much fun
Oooh

Well my eyes are wandering
Can we just eat the news
And dance around the room
In a scattered point of views
Take my hand and breathe
Yeah just count to three
I wish that I could blink and turn all your words
Into ice cubes so I could fill my drink

And I know you know I'm not the one
I'm sorry I was late, next time I just won't come

Woo!
Aaaaaahhhhhh!
Oh man, yea, I think I gotta run!
Oooh

Hey, what's that called when you're sitting on your couch
And having fun just being by yourself
Wondering why we can't commit to love
The things that we got we always want more of

I know you'd rather have me fake it but I'm not gonna make it

Woo!
Aaaaaahhhhhh!
Yeah yeah yeah, man I gotta run!
Oooh