[bad word] thinks I'm [bad word] I threw that piece of junk away
On the Champs-Elysées
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
Will [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
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 the 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