He's burning the butane   He's got a wallet chain   He will show off his tattoos   He's almost six foot six   He's scoping all the chicks   While he's hanging on to you   And you're unaware that his eyes are never on you   He's working on his game   Just pretend that you're in love with what's-his-name      You're the one who's breaking every heart in here   You're with stupid   He's the one that should be crying in his beer   You're with stupid   I'm the one who wishes he could disappear   I feel stupid      Her face is all aglow   So pale like whitest snow   It's more than I can bear   I'm swallowing so hard   I'm keeping up my guard   I am trying not to swear   'Cause he's right there with his perfect arms around you   Stabbing my heart through   If he wouldn't punch my face in   I'd say to you...      See the sunlight shining through   He just isn't good for you