You said you thought you'd be dead but you never died
And now you're one of two negative particles sharing a vacuum trying not to collide
Holding court with cliques and factions
an army of cheap distractions
from the matter at hand--full stop.
Here's your distance, you can keep it

A plea for civility, a stunning facility for pettiness
If your pride's intact could you at least not act like my
archnemesis for two seconds
Keep your close friends close, keep your sycophants closer
you'll never lose your composure
or hear a rebuttal to a plan that's as subtle as a song lick
(and as sturdy as a matchstick)

The oldest number in your repertoire
I'm only trying to find out how hard your feelings are

I'd welcome a shouting match
a blow to the kidneys, an intervention
a federal case, some big public disgrace
like your drink in my face
just to break the tension

We all make mistakes when we're stupid and twenty-five,
some worse than others
and some we regret for the rest of our natural lives

Lyrics submitted by albigensian

Stupid & 25 (The Incredibly Sad Shuffle) song meanings
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