Fader

I saw your CD sitting in the bin
I picked it up
And read your description

I think that you'd be just the band
That she would be
Interested in

I'm pretty sure she would like you
You're just her style
You have no clue

I paid for it and went to her home
She put it in the player
And turned up the stereo

Now you're sitting on top of the whole world
Drinking all that stuff 'til you thought you'd hurl
When talentless became a synonym for rap
You knew I'd quit and turn to you
Maybe tomorrow..

She loved it, she's so thrilled
We went to your show
She thought you guys killed

She showed it to all her new friends
But not to your surprise
They all enjoyed it

She's got your shirts and wearing your hair
Everyone's doing it
Now they've all got flair

I've turned you into the hit of the school
There is no finders fee
Isn't it cruel?

Now you're sitting on top of the whole world
Drinking all that stuff 'til you thought you'd hurl
When talentless became a synonym for rap
You knew I'd quit and turn to you
Maybe tomorrow..

If I would have known what would have happened
I would have kept you unknown
Put you back in the bin

Before you knew it, a couple months later
You've broken up and all your fans are haters

I saw your CD sitting in the bin
I picked it up
And read your description

I remembered what could have been
Maybe I'll finally give you a listen