What is it about them? I must be missing something They just keep doing nothing Too intoxicated to be scared Better off without them They're nothing but unstable Bring ashtrays to the table And that's about the only thing they share I'm in their second hand smoke Still just drinking canned coke I don't need a xanny to feel better One designated drives home Only one who's not stoned Don't give me a xanny now or ever Waking up at sundown They're late to every party Nobody's ever sorry Too inebriated now to dance Morning as they come down Their pretty heads are hurting They're awfully bad at learning Make the same mistakes, blame circumstance I'm in their second hand smoke Still just drinking canned coke I don't need a xanny to feel better One designated drives home Only one who's not stoned Don't give me a xanny now or ever Please don't try to kiss me on the sidewalk On your cigarette break I can't afford to love someone Who isn't dying by mistake in Silver Lake What is it about them? I must be missing something They just keep doing nothing Too intoxicated to be scared Hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm Hmm, Mmm Come down, hurting Learning
