"It's such waste," you say
With your heels in hand
Yeah, you're slurring all your words
And I'm avoiding all your friends
"A headcase," they say
But I place no blame
You know I never meant to lose it
At your party again

"Does anyone know who this kid is?
Yeah, he's a piss-poor flirt and I'm over it."
I guess I drank too much and I still can't dance
Oh god, I hate this song
And all my friends

So take what you can get
I could be better yet, don't talk you'll ruin it
Take what you can get
I'll be your best regret, sullen in silhouettes

"It's such shame," you say
Through a cigarette
Oh, I stutter over pseudo-lovers
Draped in sweat
You came and left
With no regrets
I only barely make it out with just
An empty pack of Parliaments

"Does anyone know who this kid is?
Yeah, he's a 4, at best, if I'm generous."
I guess I drank too much and I still can't dance
Oh god, I hate this song
And all my friends

You're on the back porch, falling in love
Out front, I'm smoking, waiting for the car to come