At the club last night, and you're always on the list
How many best friends were there? How many knew your name?
You even talked to the bass player of
that band that's just so - Who cares?
All your friends are addicts all your friends are popes
I find it very hard to stomach all the stories that you've told
They must be the greatest guys,
Don't I wish that I was there - I don't
You talk and talk about all the things that you've been through
Everything revolves around what's happening to you
And who wouldn't be impressed by the person that you are - Who cares?
I don't care at all... About you,
your parties, your boyfriend, your job, anything