Well I could never be like you Well I don't ever talk like that You smile with a sparkling drink And stumbling in your lipstick mess Your Hollywood philosophies Yeah, it's a tragedy But you keep hanging on With a vacant look Just waiting around For someone to take you home And I know you know I'm not the one I'm sorry I was late, I didn't wanna come Ah! Oh no, man, it's just not that much fun Ooh Well my eyes are wandering Can we just eat the news? And dance around the room In a scattered point of views Well take my hand and breathe Babe, just count to three I wish that I could blink And turn all your words into ice cubes So I could fill my drink And I know you know I'm not the one I'm sorry I was late Next time I just won't come Woo! Ah! Oh man, yea, I think I gotta run! Ooh Well hey, what's that called? When you're sitting on your couch And having fun, just being by yourself Wondering why We can't commit to love The things that we got We always want more of I know you'd rather have me fake it But I'm not gonna make it Woo! Ah! Yeah yeah yeah, man I gotta run! Oooh