Spray - 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