There’s no need for you to say you’re sorry

Goodbye I’m going home

I don’t care no more so don’t you worry

Goodbye I’m going home

I hate the way that even though you know you’re wrong

You say you’re right

I hate the books you read and all your friends

Your music’s shite it keeps me up all night up all night

And it will be nice to be alone for a week or two

But then I know that I’ll be right, right back here

With you, with you, with you