I'm not impressed, the slightest bit,
by anything that you said.
Rinse and repeat your opinion of me,
and all of my off-beat friends.
While we'll be making plans,
you'll be too cool to clash between these lines.

(chorus)
September nights, we've come so far
from broken homes and battle scares.
Tomorrow drops, we'll still remain.
What if i saw you now?
I doubt you'll ever change.

I'm not distressed, the slightest bit,
if you think that you've got me pegged.
You sit, unwrung, like a tired sponge,
soaking up all the piss.
You'll never take a stance, because you're too
cool to clash beneath these lights.