Standing with your head so high, you know they're talking about you
  Bet you started to think it couldn't go on without you
  Maybe things look different to me, maybe I don't know shit but I just can't see
  How the world's such a boring place when it's spinning around you
  Always looks so tragically hip, how can you stand it?
  I see right through your disguise, you know I know that you planned it
  Proving what I already know, dumber than a stick but you got cool clothes
  Pretending that you worked so hard for the things you were handed
  You're dropping names I don't want to know
  Go to the shows just to flaunt your clothes
  You're talking about places I'd never go
  I'm just a person, you are the hipster
  Don't understand it's like oil and water, why don't you leave me alone?
  I know who you are and I'm gonna watch my back
  Trying to look dissatisfied while controversy surrounds you
  Always talking about yourself so people know they're below you
  And then kissing ass for ass-kissing sake
  Then go and complain that the world's so fake
  Rebellion means much more than fucking thrift-store shoes
  Saw you yesterday at a show and it seemed so funny, you thought you were
  So in the know, always talking about the hipsters at your home
  But we're all betting smokes you'll leave alone