I threw your things in a Rubbermaid
Just to get a reaction
But you threw up on that double date
Then you cried through a tantrum
Anti-social, maladjusted
Non-commital, can't be trusted
That's so us and everything you do that's shitty
Count on me 'cause I'll one up it
God, you're a piece of work
Oh, it takes one to know one
Lost boys in J-Crew shirts
Bros dressed like we're grown ups
You scratched my car and I laughed at your art like a total jerk
Oh, it takes one to know one
Oh, it takes one to know one
You made your therapist cry
And I thought that was hilarious
I think our parents were sky-high or something
When they were raising us
Anti-social, maladjusted
Non-commital, can't be trusted
That's so us and everything you do that's shitty
Count on me 'cause I'll one up it
Count on me ‘cause I’ll one up it
Count on me ‘cause I’ll one up it
God, you're a piece of work
Oh, it takes one to know one
Lost boys in J-Crew shirts
Bros dressed like we're grown ups
You scratched my car and I laughed at your art like a total jerk
Oh, it takes one to know one
Ah ah ah ah ah ah oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, it takes one to know one
Ah ah ah ah ah ah oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, it takes one to know one
Ah ah ah ah ah ah oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, it takes one to know one
Ah ah ah ah ah ah oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, it takes one to know one
