Arrogant Back Stabbers and Stalkers

[Think of the Used's music, that's what I have in mind while I read through it.]

Hello, my friend I know you’re here
The closing time is drawing near
Arrogant words are swimming in the air
And I don’t think that anyone really cares

Bleached blonde tips hiding between black
His smile is proud,
But no one’s got his –
Back stabbers are stalking me
Everywhere I go
He’s coming, too
And still I feel alone

Take my hand and
Take my glass it’s
Driving me insane
Slap his face and
Tell him so he
Knows I’m not okay.
Okay…
You tell him I’m
(Okay)

What!
Did I just say yesterday?
What!
Did I say just now?
Razor sharps are drawing near
And I just can’t seem to conquer my fear

Take my hand and
Take my glass it’s
Driving me insane
Slap his face and
Tell him so he
Knows that I’m not okay
Okay…
You tell him I’m not
(Okay!)

Hello dear friend
I know where you’ve been
I’m hoping you’ve gone astray
Arrogant words are falling to pieces
I’m sure that I’m not okay…

Take my hand and
Take my glass it’s
Driving me insane
Slap his face and
Tell him so he
Knows that I’m not okay
Okay…
You tell him I’m not
You tell him I’m not
You tell him I’m not
You tell him I’m
(Okay)