Looks like you got a rolodex Of those on your resentment list Kids popular as cvs Clean up on isle six Flipping on a dime Saying you aint got the time for love You try to hate it Every time we ride I catch you Bobbing your mind to love songs You’re drunk Pardon me to ask what’s there to prove Dropping off the map seems that mask has outgrown you Got your coffee maker And you fill your cup Always going out for blood Looks like you got a rolodex Of stuff that hasn’t happened yet The future holds a big old mess To you that’s just a treasure chest You know you can't deny There’s a part of you inside that’s tired You try to fake it I catch you with a smile But you’re always in denial of your love You’re dumb Pardon me to ask what’s there to prove It aint gonna last seems that shell has outgrown you Got your pen and paper, just to take a name Running out of those to blame