Gob. Too Late No Friends. You're Too Cool. Zeneszám

I know that you're not too enthused you've got just me around all night
I'm totally boring, I don't interest you at all to say the least
You think I'm made up of straight lines, always contradict myself
I'm not stupid, I'm not smart, it's like I'm not even there at all

Got to talk over, sounds of people sucking face
And I've got nothing left to say
I would take a stupid chance, I hear people sucking face
I feel so out of place

Why don't you treat me fair
Stick your nose in the air, act like I'm in the way
I can guarantee you're as much a loser as me
And you'll realize one day

On the way out in your life
(Of your life)
On the way out in your life
(Of your life)

On the way out in your life
(Of your life)
On the way out in your life