I’ve always been the same ever since I was a little child
Easily caught off my guard and constantly beguiled
It’s misinterpreted for I’m not as dumb as I seem
It’s just a guise to prise my way into your jeans

It’s so uncool, making out that I’m a fool
Trying to kid the world that I’m not smart
Now I’m through, what exactly do I do
I always longed to tell you from the start
I might get blown apart

I smile my smile and act as though I’ve never had a care
Underneath I understand but no-one is aware
I’m trying to change my character in ways that you’d perceive
You’d then see the words I’ve written could be written about me.

It’s ten to nine and hot tonight and I’m here on my own
I’m taking time out redefining myself as a loner
And you’re not what I’d call fun in any case
So I’m hanging out with no-one

Look around the room well I’m that quiet boy in the corner
Engage me in small talk and I’ll say much less than I oughtta
I’m spiteful and I’d fight you anyday

These days I choose to please no-one
Your views aren’t sound, (ergo) my case is won
I can’t empathise no more and I forgot about you
All about you anyway

Pretend you never saw my face
Don’t call in if you pass this place
There’s nothing left to say and I forgot about you
All about you anyway

I’m hanging out with no-one

I’ve made it clear I’m outta here
I can’t wait to be back home.

I think I’m easy going but what really makes me sore
Is being denigrated and told that what we’re doing is worthless and old
As if this form of music has less merit just because
It’s fast and short and easy to play
I can even make this line curtailed, ha ha

It’s fun writing songs and drinking lemonade
The truth will out it’s got to be told
I’m stealing riffs from 18 year olds

Retained our independence, we answer to no-one
Make our own decisions, and usually get it wrong

It’s unpunk rewriting songs and drinking lemonade
The truth will out it’s got to be told
I’m stealing riffs from 18 year olds.

Sarah’s got no money but she’s happier than me
As she spends her days just lazing with some flotsam on the beach
She’s young and idealistic and I hope she’ll never change
As she scours the land with nothing planned beyond the next few days

 She says she’ll soon be coming back
All her world fits in one bag
Donates the blanket off her back to me
And says "You’ll need this when I’m gone"

She’s genuine and true, she’ll do anything for you
Split her last rupees in two, and there’s no point asking
Where she’s going to, for she’s off to pastures new
Where she’ll end up she’s not sure so there’s no point asking
She’s colourful and cool, no-one tells her what to do
She’s my friend and I’m hers too
Now wherever she may be
Sarah’s blanket’s safe with me.