You'll chase me out of Your wedding You'll chase me out of Birthdays But I'll run riot at Your funeral Cos your ghost can't Haunt me there I mix intention Without belief I string words together And I don't know what they mean What you saw inside me Was everything stupid I could show you 'By no means hide Your idiot Let words run out And clasp Anything that makes sense Pin it on to your chest' 'By no means hide Your idiot Let words run out And clasp Anything that makes sense Scratch them into your chest'