Soapbox

Half half-and-half and half oat milk, what a wordy combination
You confused that poor barista right before you got impatient
I watched her eyes well up as she rang you up and avoided confrontation
But you didn't even notice, you just carried on your conversation
I brought it up in the car
And I was berated
For looking too far into the situation

But what the hell do I know?
Guess I'm living life with my eyes closed
You see nothing wrong from your pedestal
Yeah, you should know that someone set the bar too low
I hate to have to be the one who has to let you know
That you're an asshole

My first mistake was my last one
Was I in love or just compliant?
That house you live in's a glass one
And you've been spending too much time inside it

I kept it quiet, I let you down
You ran a tight ship, you let me drown
If you're gonna hide from your past, you're gonna need a mask
And I know you don't believe in that

But what the hell do I know?
Guess I'm living life with my eyes closed
You see nothing wrong from your pedestal
Yeah, you should know that someone set the bar too low
I hate to have to be the one who has to let you know
That you're an asshole

You don't got a leg to stand on
But there you are on a soapbox
You don't got a leg to stand on
So what you doing on a soapbox?

You don't got a leg to stand on
Up there on a soapbox
You don't got a leg to stand on
So what you doing on a soapbox?

But what the hell do I know?
Guess I'm living life with my eyes closed
You see nothing wrong from your pedestal
Yeah, you should know that someone set the bar too low
I hate to have to be the one who has to let you know
That you're an asshole
I hate to have to be the one who has to let you know
That you're an asshole
(Soapbox)