V.1.

I don’t want to use public transport  cos it’s full of twats…it’s full of twats.

And I don’t want to go to your party ’cos there’s more fools there than I think I can bear.

That’s not to say that I don’t love someone.

That’s not to say that I don’t care.

Ingratiate yourself to get along?! 

I don’t think so - don’t come closer.

V.2.    

I don’t want to ruminate any more on what you think of me or what of you.

I don’t want to face your face sober, now I’m passing out, will anybody hold me ?

That’s not to say that I don’t love someone.

That’s not to say that I don’t care.

My Epicureanustic voice subsides,

Lacrimosa dies illa

Chorus – Hide yourself away from me, hide yourself away.

Hide yourself away from me, am I scared? X2

V.3.

I don’t want to, have to explain myself to idiots to flatter their bravado,

And I don’t want to, sit any longer on this bus of trick or treating paradigm.

That’s not to say that I don’t want to love someone, 

That’s not to say that I do not care.

They’ll curse the Tetris way you don’t fit in,

C’est la vie, well, c’est la mode.

Chorus – Hide yourself away from me, hide yourself away.

Hide yourself away from me, am I scared? X2

 
(I don’t want to go to your party)

November 2007.