Bad News - Owen

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

Or what you wear

Or 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