Conceited
You're such a dick you make me feel like I'm a pinhead
I've fucked it up and dropped the ball too many times
But when you start to talk I always get the feeling
You like to put your foot in your mouth all the time
Always complaining that you never ever going nowhere
It's getting old fast and I try so hard to look like I care
Don't even realize you get an even bigger surprise when I see you in hell
And when they kick you out I know you're gonna cry
You're gonna say you're sorry but you'll still think you were right
And in the end you'll never bend or ever see their side
Conceited
You get off on pointing out other people's weakness
But don't realize you're the weakest one of all
You're living life like it's a never ending bitch fest
But don't know you're setting yourself up for a fall
Always complaining that you never ever going nowhere
It's getting old fast and I try so hard to look like I care
Don't even realize you get an even bigger surprise when I see you in hell
And when they kick you out I know you're gonna cry
Pretending that you're sorry but you'll still think you were right
And in the end you'll never bend or ever see their side
And if it blows up in your face I know you'll pay no mind
Cause pointing finger is exactly what you like to do
You'll say it was somebody else but we'll know it was you
Easy to read you always telegraph your every move
Conceited
We know you never reckon that you just might be mistaken
You're a never ending mess is surely just an understatement
If you could only see what I see when I look at you
Maybe you'd reconsider but I doubt it even bothers you
You like to be the cause of aggravating situation
Doesn't occur to you you're being such an asshole
I think deep down inside you like to be the irritation
I want to be there on the day you pay
And when they kick you out I know you're gonna cry
Pretending that you're sorry but you'll still think you were right
And in the end you'll never bend or ever see their side
And if it blows up in your face I know you'll pay no mind
Cause pointing finger is exactly what you like to do
You'll say it was somebody else but we'll know it was you
Easy to read you always telegraph your every move
Every move
Conceited
Conceited
Conceited
I've fucked it up and dropped the ball too many times
But when you start to talk I always get the feeling
You like to put your foot in your mouth all the time
Always complaining that you never ever going nowhere
It's getting old fast and I try so hard to look like I care
Don't even realize you get an even bigger surprise when I see you in hell
And when they kick you out I know you're gonna cry
You're gonna say you're sorry but you'll still think you were right
And in the end you'll never bend or ever see their side
Conceited
You get off on pointing out other people's weakness
But don't realize you're the weakest one of all
You're living life like it's a never ending bitch fest
But don't know you're setting yourself up for a fall
Always complaining that you never ever going nowhere
It's getting old fast and I try so hard to look like I care
Don't even realize you get an even bigger surprise when I see you in hell
And when they kick you out I know you're gonna cry
Pretending that you're sorry but you'll still think you were right
And in the end you'll never bend or ever see their side
And if it blows up in your face I know you'll pay no mind
Cause pointing finger is exactly what you like to do
You'll say it was somebody else but we'll know it was you
Easy to read you always telegraph your every move
Conceited
We know you never reckon that you just might be mistaken
You're a never ending mess is surely just an understatement
If you could only see what I see when I look at you
Maybe you'd reconsider but I doubt it even bothers you
You like to be the cause of aggravating situation
Doesn't occur to you you're being such an asshole
I think deep down inside you like to be the irritation
I want to be there on the day you pay
And when they kick you out I know you're gonna cry
Pretending that you're sorry but you'll still think you were right
And in the end you'll never bend or ever see their side
And if it blows up in your face I know you'll pay no mind
Cause pointing finger is exactly what you like to do
You'll say it was somebody else but we'll know it was you
Easy to read you always telegraph your every move
Every move
Conceited
Conceited
Conceited
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Writer(s): Adam David Willard, John Louis Christopher Calabrese, Rishi James Ganjoo
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