Irony is a bitch and so are you,
So maybe you should stop thinking about what could happen,
And make something happen for yourself,
Because in ten years,
It's not gonna matter so much if you bring the beer,
Or if you have the most friends online,
No one is going to want to fuck a broke old loser,
Who will lose his body to his alcohol addiction,
When there's a rich guy inside,
And you're just parking his car.

You claimed to be smarter than me,
And maybe I spent a little too much time in the past,
But I'm moving on,
And you're moving back in with your parents,
So who exactly is the fucking genius now?