Instinctively inconsiderate
Intent on having fun
Conveniently covering-up
All the selfish things you've done
You leave guidelines on the sidelines and ignore your inhibitions
And the golden rule to live by...
Is beg forgiveness
And not permission

And you stand above the rest but do you stand the test of time?
And do friendships have expiry dates, a month into their prime?

This song is not about you, oh-oh
It's definitely not about you, oh-oh
This song is not about you, oh-oh
It's definitely not about you...
It's got *** all to do with you

Some place to be, some face to see
You never seem to linger
You keep the people closest to you
Wrapped around your little finger
You've got charismatic qualities, of that there is no doubt
And everybody's easily impressed
But your dominative tendencies...
They don't stand above the rest

And do random acts of kindness help to clear a guilty conscience?
Or am I wrong in thinking that you even have a conscience?

This song is not about you, oh-oh
It's definitely not about you, oh-oh
This song is not about you, oh-oh
It's definitely not about you...
It's got *** all to do with you

And does friendship take the sidelines when it's served it's only purpose?
Left loitering behind you; success has deemed it surplus
Standing in the corner, hanging-on to every word...
And humiliation settles-in when the laughter's heard
When the laughter's overheard

This song is not about you, oh-oh
It's definitely not about you, oh-oh
This song is not about you, oh-oh
It's definitely not about you...
It's got *** all to do with you
It's got *** all to do with you...