Letter Of Complaint - Evans The Death

I’m going out tonight

I’m dressed to fit alright

But I’m not too sure

That I want to go

The music I won’t understand

And the people I won’t know

I will be sick again

You will be sorry then

So it’s probably best

I stay in tonight

No people on the pavement

Asking me if I’m alright

Some people think I’m boring

But I’ll be ignoring them

For the meanwhile

Cause I can’t help but smile

In the pleasure of my own company

I’m going out tonight

I’m dressed to fit alright

But I’m not too sure

That I want to go

The music I won’t understand

And the people I won’t know