It's an old, familiar sound I've got both ears to the ground But I know nothing will change Cause I know just how you tick Make a comment, makes me sick Same old act, just different day Hey, I'll wait outside I'd rather not run into you tonight It's almost sad for everyone around you We are living too hard at you Trying too hard, it's true If you only knew It's true If only you knew That you're not punk, and I'm telling everyone Save your breath cause I never was one And it's killing me It's killing me With catalogue numbers to find a thumb tack Through your bedroom wall While we are living too hard at you Playing the part, it's true If you only knew It's true If you only knew what we know You would understand That impressions and impressing people don't go hand in hand It's nothing personal but nothing practical It's simple method acting It's simple stuff for you to understand You're not punk and I'm telling everyone Save your breath cause the irony is killing me