So I'm here with a superfan

He's been blasting out his own music

And I've been telling him to stop

And this makes me a superfan

Hey guys, so I'm here with a superfan

You are a superfan of yourself

Funerals and coffee shops and people to meet

Sitting in my bedroom picking skin off of my feet

Paedophiles and drone attacks and everything in-between

The internet is healthy for me

My ex, she up and left, she found someone who was more fit

She thinks he's really special because he DJs a bit

Everyone DJs a bit now, everyone

It's fine, though, I could never give that girl what she wants

Am I a bad person? Dark thoughts inside my head

Who am I to drag you down and burden you with them?

So if I call, please just let that phone ring

You stay happy and I'll stay sorry for everything