I don't want to go out
Not for fear of being ridiculed
But for fear of having nothing to talk about
Because for me
A patronizing word of malice
Can be no worse
Than absolute subterranean silence
Once I was a young boy
And it was acceptable to be coy
Still now that you can count the rings around my eyes
I haven't the heart to fraternize
I don't want to stay home
No, I don't want to remain alone
And let this sickening sadness devour me
Because it has before
But those times were just an alibi
For an otherwise honest consort
Or so I thought
Once I was a young boy
And it was deemed acceptable to be coy
Still, now that you can count the rings around my eyes
I haven't the heart to fraternize
Once I was