Introverted boy You are not interesting, boy You think you're intellectual But no one's talking to you now I might be an introvert To you, a shallow fashionista Deep as any paper plate Dressed just like the girl beside you How could I forget A waste of cloth Of course, I do remember On the back deck drunk and awkward I think we accidently met I know you've got some place to get to And I really got to get somewhere Remember when I said That Vincent had some tickets for me there How could I forget A waste of breath Of course, I do remember All the things you said were pointless Now you go on dropping names