Die, Vedder

You, object of all my hate

'cause you, object of all her love

Yeah it's you, you she's thinking of

Teen idol, you're ruining my life

Looming larger than life

You never give a chance

To an average Joe Schmoe like myself

And I get tired

You've got your millions, so why take her?

You got all that nice long hair

But you don't even know her

So why does she care about you?

It should be me she's thinking of