If you're gonna be in the business of marking out territories You better remember I pay a fuck ton of money to be here When you're asked what you do Do you ever tell the truth? That you spend all day on the couch in your living room The one that I picked out You're living off your daddy's life insurance And a paycheck that comes twice a month For the fourteen hours you spent pouring strangers' coffee And flirting with girls that don't look like me I can't stop thinking about the last time you sat in my car Why was I so nice? I shouldn't have bit my tongue half as hard I should've told you you're lazy and really not that smart What you think about now we've all had figured out since middle school And babe, you're 22 Is it my fault that you're so delusional I should've used my platform to knock some sense into you Now you're a hopeless case of self-justification But you can't grab her ass the first time We're together in the same place It's been three weeks Are you trying to prove you're an asshole? You're doing so well You're doing so well