miss popularity

Mar 17, 2008 17:43

Miss Popularity

I remember how you used to tell me what to wear
How to act, how to kiss boys
But no one would be kissing me
I’m no miss popularity
You smirked and laughed
Kept piling your experience right in my lap

I bored you with my A’s
Wore whatever my mom laid out
You carried your premature cleavage like a pro
My use was to applaud the real star of the show
Made me feel bad, but I still stuck around
You were my best friend when no one else was around

Are you better than me?
Whose the judge?

Heard you dropped out senior year
Went through questionable phases and guys
Snuck into the prom while high
Can’t say I was surprised
I went to a prestigious school
And forgot all about trying to fake being cool

I’ve been in love, and been loved back
Thanks to the person you wanted to change
Didn’t have your lips, your hips, your ass
Found out I, too, was a helluva catch
Never had any luck with your man-eating help
I figured it out for myself

I heard you got two, no three kids now
No ring, no degree
You look the same you did in sixth grade
Your questionable choices have never changed
Living my life wasn’t easy
But I got better gradually

am i better than you?
who's to judge?

I lived through my own rebellion
You never outgrew yours
I never really listened to a word from you
But kept letting you tell me what to do
Because I was too polite
Always knew you couldn’t be right

I guess it’s sweet revenge in a way
Prove how unnecessary all your wisdom was
But I never did anything to impress
Lived my life to be my own best
You always worried about what others would think
That can weigh you down and make you sink

I remember how you used to tell me what to share
Tell me your secrets, I'll take them to my grave
You don't know the meaning of "eventually"
You were too scared to miss popularity
I can't help but smile
Things can change if you just wait awhile
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