Why I'm Not Cool

The party scene is where you're at,
While at home I have sat.
Talking about me behind my back,
All the courage you must lack.
Buzzing with gossip like a beehive,
Did you think your insults would pierce me like knives?
You buy something expensive just to impress,
Your fashion motto must be: More is less.
Talking about who you've got with like a prostitute on the street,
I don't see what's awesome, I don't see what's neat.
I think it's quite funny, all the makeup on your face,
You're cute, but you're not worth the chase.
You think you're a saint, you think you're wise,
Letting those guys win you like a carnival prize.
I think it's quite funny, who you think you are,
Thinking that this crap will get you far.
The drugs, the sex, the lies,
Is it worth all the tears in your mother's eyes?
So go ahead and act the fool,
And tell me again why I'm not cool.