It's fucked to me that you still haven't figured out
Why no one in this living room gives the slightest shit about
How fuckin' good you are at everything
'Cause you know fuckin' everything
Or how you're friends with everyone
Which—that one's kinda funny 'cause
I don't think you know what that word means
Yeah, I don't think you know what that word means
While you're holding this whole room hostage
Oblivious to the exhaustion
The kickback's a captive audience
For your humble brags
And increasingly shameless name-dropping
I don't think you know what that word means
Yeah, I don't think you know what that word means
You've got so many friends but it sure seems like
You don't really know what that word means
Or at least a lot of them don't tend to stick around for long
That's just a coincidence, huh?
Or is it hard to keep someone
Underneath your thumb?
So when they don't wanna be there
You'll just find someone who does
Someone you know
Who doesn't know you
Well enough
To know what's up
Someone kind as fuck
Who won't mind
They're only there to hype you up
God, I swear narcissists can sense that shit
Like sharks can sniff out blood
You know an easy mark when you see one
Someone to use up and beat up on
'Til they get smartened up
Another one bites the dust
But there's plenty more friends where that came from
I don't think you know what that word means
Yeah, I don't think you know what that word means
You've got so many friends but it sure seems like
You don't really know what that word means
I don't think you know what that word means
Yeah, I don't think you know what that word means
You've got so many friends but it sure seems like
You don't really know what that word means