You're riding up the elevator
Shirt tucked in right
No space
Head case
Up against the street lights
This is your world walking high and mighty
I got news for you and you ain't gonna like it
A five second replay
Yeah, this is what you look like

You dress to impress, I guess that's why you're considered popular. You're so big headed that there's no space for anything else in your brain except for thoughts about yourself. You seem to think that you're so much better than everyone else. I used to think you were great too, but not anymore.

You're so predictable
Yeah, yeah...
You're so typical
you're so predictable
Yeah, yeah...
Dah dah dahdah dah dah dahdah dah

You're so predictable, everyone knows what you're gonna do next, and everyone agrees. Everything always has to be about you, and everybody's becoming sick of it.

Heavy breath
Crooked heart
Shoes tied
Up straight
Same old push and pull
You got no time
You can't be late
This is your life
Breaking teeth for smiles
One for the game
One just for the cycle
Well, all those hours in the mirror
The more you say
I hope you hear

Everyone breathes heavily when they're running after you, listening to all of your lies. You're sneaky, you don't break hearts, merely make them misshapen. Your shoes are tide perfectly, just like your outside personality, when my friends and I know that on the inside you're far from perfect. You're always standing up straight, ready to shield yourself confidently from all of the insults coming out of people's mouths when they find out what you're really like. It's always the same; you do something wrong and then don't admit what you did. You never seem to have time to talk about your errors, but you always have enough time to talk to someone when they're not confronting you about what you've done wrong in life. The same excuse; "Sorry, can't talk, I'll be late". This is your life, and people can only hope you're going to change. You'll do anything to get people back on your side. It's like a cycle. You spend so much time looking at yourself in the mirror you forget that you have a bad image on the inside. Hopefully, when you're planning a fake apology, you'll come to realise you should hear the words you're actually saying and look up what they mean.

You're so predictable
Yeah, yeah...
You're so typical
you're so predictable
Yeah, yeah...
Dah dah dahdah dah dah dahdah dah

You're so predictable, everyone knows what you're gonna do next, and everyone agrees. Everything always has to be about you, and everybody's becoming sick of it.

(Dah dah dahdah)
(Yeah...)

You carry on with your day as if you've never done anything wrong, humming while you walk.

It's me looking back at you now
you think you've got it figured it out
But you're so predictable
Yeah...

Now it's me that you've hurt, and I'm waiting for a genuine apology. You think you've got it all planned, but it won't be enough for me. Obviously I knew you'd come up with a fake excuse. Yeah, I know your plan.

You're so predictable
Yeah, yeah...
You're so typical
you're so predictable
Yeah, yeah...
Dah dah dahdah dah dah dahdah dah
Yeah, yeah...
You're so typical
you're so predictable Yeah, Yeah...
Dah dah dahdah dah dah dahdah dah

You're so predictable, everyone knows what you're gonna do next, and everyone agrees. Everything always has to be about you, and everybody's becoming sick of it.