You've got a boyfriend
But that don't matter
And it won't keep him
From what he's after

He wants to make you
His new obsession
Before you graduate
From post-college depression

You pride yourself as the awkward type of girl
But you're a self-hating socialite admit it
You wear a badge of the hardships you've endured
And you don't let your company forget it

Put on a record
He doesn't get it
"I'm not a fan of shallow indie"
He admitted

You're not offended
When he confesses
That he laughs inside
At all your vintage dresses

Convince yourself you're not part of his conceit
He knows he's only a novelty distraction
A faint regret and a promise to repeat
But will you even get the satisfaction