To me, an uneventful life that revolves all around her And everybody else is just a f**in' competition For you to impress. It's in the back of your head To one-up your friends, to make up for the fact that you're trapped You're 20 And you've signed your life away You're lost in the name Of romance and it's all That you've got. You think You know it all but when I tell you sh** You just get mad, you don't talk To me anymore when she's the one f**ing Behind your back But you'll never believe it because you'll always stick up for her And it's funny how ironic it is that you don't know sh** So how can you expect me to call you on the phone When I can't even call you my friend?