Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this,
An anti-social pessimist but usually I don't mess with this.
And I know you mean only the best and,
Your intentions aren't to bother me,
But honestly I'd rather be,
Somewhere with my people we can kick it and just listen,
To some music with the message (like we usually do),
And we'll discuss our big dreams,
How we plan to take over the planet.
So pardon my manners, I hope you'll understand it,
That I'll be here.
Not there in the kitchen with the girl,
Who's always gossiping about her friends,
So tell them I'll be here.
Right next to the boy who's throwing up 'cause,
He can't take what's in his cup no more,
Oh God why am I here?