[bad word] thinks I'm [bad word] I threw that piece of junk away
On the Champs-Élysées
As I was walking home.

This is my [bad word] 
Down the super highway
All that I have left to say
In a single tome.

I got too many friends
Too many people
That I'll never meet and
I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for
Cause I'll never be there.

If I could give it all away
Would [bad word] back to me someday
Like a needle in the hay or
An expensive stone.

But I got a reason to declaim
The applications are to blame
For all my sorrow and my pain
Of feeling so alone.

I got too many friends
Too many people
That I'll never meet and
I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for
Cause I'll never be there.
 [bad word] thinks I'm [bad word] What's the difference anyway
When all that people do all day
Is stare into a phone

I got too many friends
Too many people
That I'll never meet and
I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for
Cause I'll never be there

Too many friends
Too many people
That I'll never meet and
I'll never be there for
I'll never be there for
Cause I'll never be there

I'll never be there