Buddy, I have to say sorry
I know you won't like what I have to say but it's true
Go 'head and hate me but I refuse to just lie
Let me explain the reasons stayin's somethin' I can't do

Can't sit next to you each damn week (yeah) and listen to the inane
Prattle that you must speak with zero pauses, can't make those
'Cause then you would breathe and that cannot be the plan
Since that's less time to be (yeah) talkin' some absolute crap
About what noses should taste like, the sound of daylight
In ways that sound like you think I care but that's so far from right
Weird how you assume I think 'bout diff'rent broom types
I once thought it was a joke, now I know you are, bro, no kiddin'

Buddy, hate it when you talk, see
Wastin' all my time and I don't care if that sounds rude
You drive me crazy, not in a way that's fun, right
I have to say that I won't stay 'cause of a basic truth: I'd hate to get dumber from you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh-ooh), ooh-ooh (oh, I'd hate to get dumber from you)
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

When I say "inane", I mean the stuff that my brain
Would only create after a dozen beer crates (hahahaha)
Might've once had fun times back when we all were still kids
Though I still love nonsense, still have some sorta limit
Don't care if my tunes that I create randomly while playin' games
Are born from mem'ries in my brain (ayy) of dreams I had (oh) that linked a plane
Of some other time and place where diff'rent songs are all the rage
Dude, my int'rest only grows in how you miss the groans I'm makin'

Buddy, need to look towards me (need to look towards me)
Understand my eyes have glazed over, you know it's true
You cannot (yeah) change me into the "I care" sort, right
This is my face, it will not change until you leave the room 'cause I will get dumber from you
Ooh-ooh (yeah, uh), ooh-ooh (ayy), ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (oh, I'd hate to get dumber from you)
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh, I know, buddy, you might think you're funny
Not the kind you want, there's no "with", no, it's all "at" you
A bit too spacey to notice, kinda not nice
But all my patience has been drained, I'm just so sick of you, you're gonna make me dumber like (like you, mate)

Buddy, I have to say sorry
Really hate this (hey) lyin' I've been forced to drop on you
All of the days we've been spendin', faked the whole time
Won't take the pain you give my brain, can't be more clear, it's true: I'd hate to get dumber from you
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (uh), ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (oh, I'd hate to get dumber from you)
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (oh, I'd hate to get dumber from you)