Hate your friends 'cos they're the only ones   That make you want to die   And they make their scene   The priss and preen, they'll never get it right      The mirror on the living room wall   Ain't been too kind since you hit grade four   But honestly the last thing he'll say tonight   Just put your things away   You know it's just not your time      He's the boy you got   He's the ticket stub that never won a prize   And and there's no hard sell 'cos he's got a face   Came straight from a fight      But he answers [unverified] calls   And he's under six feet tall   But honestly the last thing he'll say tonight   Just put your things away   You know it's just not your time      He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog   His jeans never fit quite right   But there's a razor blade cut   And a feeling in your gut that says   There ain't no way to disguise it      Hate your friends 'cos they're the only ones   That make you want to die   And they make their scene   The priss and preen, they'll never get it right      The ones who shine so bright   Are made or broke come Friday night   But honestly the last thing he'll say tonight   Just put your things away   You know it's just not your      He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog   His jeans never fit quite right   But there's a razor blade cut   And a feeling in your gut that says   There ain't no way to disguise it      But honestly the last thing he'll say tonight   Just put your things away   You know it's just not your time   That's the way we're gonna get it right