Who's gonna be there when it's gone away
Who's gonna see you when your story's played
And who's gonna want to be your friend
When all you do is try to mess with their heads
And that's your popularity
So what do you think now that everyone's turned away
And here's to popularity
Where playing the fool is the lead role you ultimately play
And you can pretend it's going away
That your little click is gonna go your way
But you're such a prick that they're gonna say
Find yourself another place to be
So two at once might to you seem the way
But in the end a decision must be made
And who's gonna want to make your bed
When all you do is come and then go away