She's (Not) in Parties Lyrics

My friends would say I’m anti-social, if I had any friends

But I know that I’m in the right - that’s where this song should end

When party season comes around you know where I’ll be found

You’ll find me in the kitchen, not in someone else’s house

The noise, confusion, crosstalk, bafflegab and god forbid

Exhaustion feigning interest in someone’s bloody kids

Exhaustion being int-resting – all thinking up new words

Then when you think you’ve got it sussed - it suddenly gets worse because

Some guy gets his guitar and starts playing ‘Wonderwall’

Some girl says she loves this one and tweets it to us all

This guy knows all the chords and shows me them as well

That’s why I’m not in parties

“Everyone loves parties” is the lie that I was sold

I’m counting down the four more hours until I can go home

A firestorm of boredom, awful music, strangers, schmooze

Conversational one-upmanship, no one explains the rules

All my life The Party’s been romanticized and hyped

Anticipation amplified, anxiety denied

Reality’s a bunch of over-stimulated fools

Without a thing in common bar they’re all in the same room

And then...

Some guy gets his guitar and starts playing ‘Wonderwall’

He thinks that I’m impressed so he plays it more and more

That girl thinks I’m impressed and moves me to the door

That why I’m not in parties

I heard that joke

I heard that story

Last time it was pretty dull

Out in the cool night air relief is palpable

That guy with his guitar is still playing ‘Wonderwall’

That girl’s still hanging off his every clanging chord

That’s why I’m not in parties