So look both ways 'fore you cross my mind I'm telling you girl, I don't have the time To be thinking about what you're drinking about One thing led to another now your gun's in your mouth (What you on about?) See, I could never pretend That I'm more than just another shit alternative band And I know that one day if I pay my dues I'll be back up in The Saint playin' rhythm and blues and singing Who would've thought I'd be the one you put your trust in? I'm an antisocial socialite Your mother says you're so polite, it's disgusting And it's so typical ♪ So we're like, "My bad, thought we're taking a break" But you're latching onto what you want to, calling it fake And all you've got me really caring 'bout is my face And I hate the way I laugh but, girl, love when it pays 'Cause I'm sycophantic, sick of feeling manic Sick of overthinking everything I do 'til I panic And you can blame it on the moon or the alignment of stars I can blame it on the booze, one of many of my flaws Because She don't care about you She don't care about you She don't care about you (and it's so typical) She don't care about you She don't care about you She don't care about you ♪ I said, "Violet, you don't act this way!" She said, "I don't really care for what you have to say" I said, "What you gon' do when it hurts to start?" Said, "Kick it to the cut, let it break your heart" ♪ (Break your heart) ♪ 'Cause she don't care about you She don't care about you She don't care about you (and it's so typical) She don't care about you She don't care about you She don't care about you