I'm sorry if I seem uninterested
Or I'm not listening
Or I'm indifferent
Truly I ain't got no business here
But since my friends are here
I just came to kick it

But really I would rather be at home all by myself
Not in this room with people who don't even care about my wellbeing
I don't dance, don't ask
I don't need a boyfriend
So you can, go back
Please, enjoy your party

I'll be here
Somewhere in the corner under clouds of marijuana
With this boy who's hollering I can hardly hear
Over this music I don't listen to and I don't wanna get with you
So tell my friends that I'll be over here

Oh, oh, oh, here
Oh, oh, oh, here
Oh, oh, oh, I ask myself: What am I doing here?
Oh, oh, oh, here
Oh, oh, oh, here
Oh, oh, oh

Hours later congregating next to the refrigerator
Some girl talking 'bout her haters, she ain't got none
How did it ever come to this? I shoulda never come to this
So holla at me, I'll be in the car when you're done

I'm standoffish
Don't want what you're offering
And I'm done talking
Awfully sad it had to be that way
So tell my people when they're ready that I'm ready
And I'm standing by the tv with my beanielow
Yo, I'll be over here

Oh, oh, oh, here
Oh, oh, oh, here
Oh, oh, oh, I ask myself: What am I doing here?
Oh, oh, oh, here
Oh, oh, oh, here
And I can't wait 'till we can break up outta here