It's an old, familiar sound
I've got both ears to the ground
But I know nothing will change
Cause I know just how you tick
Make a comment, makes me sick
Same old act, just different day

Hey, I'll wait outside
I'd rather not run into you tonight
It's almost sad for everyone around you
We are living too hard at you
Trying too hard, it's true
If you only knew
It's true
If only you knew

That you're not punk, and I'm telling everyone
Save your breath cause I never was one
And it's killing me
It's killing me

With catalogue numbers to find a thumb tack
Through your bedroom wall
While we are living too hard at you
Playing the part, it's true
If you only knew
It's true
If you only knew what we know
You would understand
That impressions and impressing people don't go hand in hand
It's nothing personal but nothing practical
It's simple method acting
It's simple stuff for you to understand

You're not punk and I'm telling everyone
Save your breath cause the irony is killing me