Look both ways before you cross my mind
I'm telling you girl, I don't have the time
To be thinking about what you're drinking about
One thing led to another now your gun's in your mouth
(What you on about?)
See, I could never pretend
That I'm more than just another shit alternative band
And I know that one day if I pay my dues
I'll be back up in The Saint playin' rhythm & blues and singing
Who would've thought I'd be the one you put your trust in
I'm an antisocial socialite
Your mother says you're so polite -- it's disgusting
And it's so typical
So we're like, "my bad, thought we're taking a break"
But you're latching onto what you want to, calling it fake
And all you've got me really caring about is my face
And I hate the way I laugh but girl I love when it pays
Because I'm sycophantic
Sick of feeling manic
Sick of overthinking everything I do until I panic
And you can blame it on the moon or the alignment of stars
I can blame it on the booze, one of many o' my flaws
Because
She don't care about you
She don't care about you
She don't care about you
(And it's so typical)
She don't care about you
She don't care about you
She don't care about you
I said, "Violet, you don't act this way!"
She said, "I don't really care for what you have to say"
I said, "what you gonna do when it hurts to start?"
She said, "kick it to the cut, let it break your heart"
(Break your heart)
Because she don't care about you
She don't care about you
She don't care about you
(And it's so typical)
She don't care about you
She don't care about you
She don't care about you