At first it was strange that you couldn't
See me, though we
Were both standing face-to-face
Maybe it's me who's got too much
Of something to be
Accepted in your hallowed space
There's no need to say
I'm on the outside here
Not pining for your in-club
There's no need to say
I'm on the outside here
Not pining for your in-club
Fighting the pain while the same old
Tired in-club
Plays the same old tired games
Maybe it's me who's got enough
Of something to be sufficient
And that's okay
There's no need to say
I'm on the outside here
Not pining for your in-club
There's no need to say
I'm on the outside here
Not pining for your in-club
My throat is tight
But no tears sting my eyes
There's no need to say
I'm on the outside here
Not pining for your in-club
There's no need to say
I'm on the outside here
Not pining for your in-club
