whatever it is you think you are, you aren’t
a good friend, unique, well read, good looking, or smart
well now you know
i hate to be the one to bear such bad news
i know it hurts to hear but it's true
you don’t mean anything to anyone but me
well even i think that you're blinded by conceit
now you know
free beer and basement shows don’t mean you’ve made it
it's what you do, not who you were or what you wear or where you’ve been
so do something
whoever you think is watching you dance from across the room, they aren’t
if anything they feel sorry for you because you try so hard
and i know it hurts to hear
but it’s the truth so you might as well hear it from a friend
you're a has-been that never was
and i know it's mean to say
but its something i've been meaning to say to you for a while
you're a has-been that never was or will be