You Really Don't Amuse

You don't amuse me
You really just don't

You don't set my mind free
You don't make me want

You're not the new age philosopher
You're not moving any mountains with your thoughts

I don't think you're an imposter
You're just so low you live under the rocks

Yeah, you're true to who you say you are
But you're not so great

You're just a smudge on the window of my car
So stop rambling on about fate

You really don't amuse me
So stop trying to be so different

You're nothing but a flea
Feeding off the lies of your existence