Social Competence Songtext
von Peter Morén

As I run past you in the reception room
I can taste no bitterness, can feel no gloom
Are you all this happy?
Or it has escaped me
As I clean my throat, I mystify
I cut out the essentials but I never lie
It′s no act of random
It's calculated boredom

And when you leave me alone
I pick up the phone to die
There′s someone I know
Who knows how I look when I cry

When I try to get a minute's rest
There's always someone trying to do their best
To exhaust me completely
Though they phrase it sweetly


Someone′s dog or someone′s new wet kid
What they didn't do and what they did
Too much information
For one brain to sustain

And especially when it doesn′t make sense to me
'Cause when I try to be sincere
To come a bit near, they leave

I don′t want to talk to you, talk to you
About the things you do, about your weekend
I don't want to hear your voice, make that noise
But I have no choice

Patience, I know what I might lack
It′s a competence you need to cope
In a world gone colder
Though the surface hard as steel

There are smiles on parade
But nine out of ten are fake
And in lessons in self-help
All you really learn is to escape

I don't want to talk to you, talk to you
About the things you do, about your weekend
I don't want to hear your voice, make that noise
But I have no choice


There′s not enough air here
Disappear or conceal
That you just want to hear your voice
Make that noise
Leave me out of it