You don't get an opinion
Waved your rights with your wrongs
Thought I wouldn't see
You, you, you
All for one, one for all
Long as it benefits you
You, you, you, you, you, you
Keep coming round
Keep my name in your mouth
And my taste on your tongue
(What the hell does that even mean)
Popular loner
You're just a stoner
Loved my solitude
But wanted you
You were never about me
Always unhappy
When the focus shifted away from you
You, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you
You're Casanova
You're Mr. James Dean
Think you're Marlon Brando
You're the king of the scene
Collecting up hearts that adore you
Run as soon as it gets
Inconvenient to you
You, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you
Keep coming round
Keep my name in your mouth
And my taste on your tongue
Popular loner
You're just a stoner
Loved my solitude
But wanted you
You were never about me
Always unhappy
When the focus shifted away from you
You, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you
Keep telling your lies
(Your lies)
Keep saying goodbye
(Bye bye)
No one compares to you
You're just so superior
We're all inferior
But I still live in the back of your mind
And you
Suddenly had to run
Cause equals are no fun
To you, to you, to you, to you
Popular loner
You're just a stoner
Loved my solitude
But wanted you
You were never about me
Always unhappy
When the focus shifted away from you
You, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you