After two years
Think you know everyone here
When you move your mouth
You just bum everybody out
You think you know it
You think you own it
You think you'll go it alone
You won't go home
Don't even pick up the phone
Let messages hang
'Cause corresponding's not your thing
You think you know it
You think you own it
You think you'll go it alone
Don't try to make sense of this
It's in your best interest
You'd know
You think you know it
You think you own it
You think you'll go it alone
