Lyrics By No Means - Lust For Youth

By No Means

I by no means intend to befriend you
I by no means attempt to impress you
You’re very well incapable of anything but whining
I see you’re always happy
To talk about your misery
Your sentiments are tainted
A compliment from you would insult me
I by all means intend to offend you
I by all means prefer to avoid you
You’re painfully incompetent
Your self-pity is appalling
I see you’re always happy
To talk about your misery
Your sentiments are tainted
A compliment from you would insult me
A compliment from you would insult me
You’d weary anyone around
What’s the appeal, do you know?
I see you’re more than happy
To talk about your misery
Your sentiments are tainted
A compliment from you would insult me
A compliment from you would insult me