Social Competence

As I ran past you in the reception room I can tense no bitterness can sense no gloom Are you all this happy? Or what has escaped me? As I clear my throat, I mystify I cut out the essentials, but I never lie It's no act of random It's calculated boredom And when you leave me alone I pick up the phone to dial There's someone I know Who knows how I look when I cry When I try to get a minute's express There is always someone trying to do their best To exhaust me completely Though they phrase it sweetly Someone dog or someone's new wed kid What they didn't do or what they did Too much information For one brain to sustain And specially when it doesn't Make sense to me 'Cause when I try to be sincere To come a bit near, they leave I don't wanna talk to you Talk to you About the things you do About your weekend I don't hear your voice Make that noise But I have no choice There's a chance I know what I might lack It's a competence you need to cope In a world gone colder Thought the surface is hot as hell There are smiles on parade But nine out of ten's a fake And in lessons in self-help all You really learn is to escape I don't wanna talk to you Talk to you About the things you do About your weekend I don't hear your voice Make that noise But I have no choice There's not enough air here Disappear Or conceal That you just want to hear your voice Make that noise Leave me out of it, leave me out of it