Instinctively, inconsiderate, intent on having funnConveniently covering up the selfish things you've donenYou leave guidelines on the sidelinesnAnd ignore your inhibitions, and the golden rule to live bynIs beg forgiveness, not permissionnYou stand above the restnBut do you stand the test of timenAnd do friendships have expiry datesnA month into their primennThis song is not about younIt's definitely not about younThis song is not about younIt's definitely not about younIt'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 not doubtnAnd everyone's easily impressednBut your dominative tenancies, they don't stand above the restnDo random act 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 younIt's definitely not about younThis song is not about younIt's definitely not about younIt's got fuck all to do with younnAnd does friendship take it's sidelines when it's served it's only purposenAnd I thought that they were behind, but success has deemed it surplusnStanding in the corner, hanging onto ever wordnThen humiliation settles in when the laughters over heardnnThis song is not about younIt's definitely not about younThis song is not about younIt's definitely not about younIt's got fuck all to do with younIt's got fuck all to do with you