Good For Bond, Bad For You

If you had anywhere else to be besides stealing beer at parties
Frankly I'd be surprised
And I won't assume, because I already know it's true
Everything that you claim that you're into
You're nothing to get attached to

Trying to find redeeming traits
But nothing ever seems to come to mind
We've circled our brains enough times to know
Your best excuse is lack of personality.

Sink or swim, you're drowning in what's left of your confidence
We're watching you try way too hard

I wish I was brave enough to say this all to your face
But you'll hear it anyways from everyone around you
I'm getting out of this town small enough for two.