Bad News

Whatever it is you think you are

You aren't:

A good friend, unique, well-read

Good-looking, or smart

Well now you know

Well I hate to be the one to bear such bad news

I know it hurts to hear

But it's true

You don't mean anything

To anyone but me

And even I think

That you're blinded by conceit

So now you know

Free beer

And basement shows

Don't mean you've made it

It's what you do

Not who you were, what you wear, where you've been

So do something

Whoever you think is watching you dance

From across the room

They aren't

If anything, they feel sorry for you

'cause you try so hard

I know it hurts to hear

But it's the truth

So you might as well hear it

From a friend

You're a has-been

That never was

I know it's mean to say

But it's something I've been meaning to say to you

For a while

You're a has-been

That never was

Or will be