Whatever it is you think you are
You arent
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 its true
You dont mean anything
To anyone but me
And even I think
That youre blinded by conceit
So now you know
Free beer
And basement shows
Dont mean youve made it
Its what you do
Not who you were, what you wear, where youve been
So do something
Whoever you think is watching you dance
From across the room
They arent
If anything, they feel sorry for you
Cause you try so hard
I know it hurts to hear
But its the truth
So you might as well hear it
From a friend
Youre a has-been
That never was
I know its mean to say
But its something Ive been meaning to say to you
For a while
Youre a has-been
That never was
Or will be