Instinctively inconsideratenIntent on having funnConveniently covering-upnAll the selfish things you've donenYou leave guidelines on the sidelines and ignore your inhibitionsnAnd the golden rule to live by...nIs beg forgivenessnAnd not permissionnnAnd you stand above the rest but do you stand the test of time?nAnd do friendships have expiry dates, a month into their prime?nnThis song is not about you, oh-ohnIt's definitely not about you, oh-ohnThis song is not about you, oh-ohnIt's definitely not about you...nIt's got fuck all to do with younnSome place to be, some face to seenYou never seem to lingernYou keep the people closest to younWrapped around your little fingernYou've got charismatic qualities, of that there is no doubtnAnd everybody's easily impressednBut your dominative tendencies...nThey don't stand above the restnnAnd do random acts of kindness help to clear a guilty conscience?nOr am I wrong in thinking that you even have a conscience?nnThis song is not about you, oh-ohnIt's definitely not about you, oh-ohnThis song is not about you, oh-ohnIt's definitely not about you...nIt's got fuck all to do with younnAnd does friendship take the sidelines when it's served it's only purpose?nLeft loitering behind you; success has deemed it surplusnStanding in the corner, hanging-on to every word...nAnd humiliation settles-in when the laughter's heardnWhen the laughter's overheardnnThis song is not about you, oh-ohnIt's definitely not about you, oh-ohnThis song is not about you, oh-ohnIt's definitely not about you...nIt's got fuck all to do with younIt's got fuck all to do with you...