Have you ever hear of Gide?    I won't advise, it's full of lies    Trust me, I know 'cos I believed it so    What was I supposed to do? Turn my back?    Well, that would lack a certain amount of happiness, no doubt   It's brutal and cruel and inevitable      It's not my fault so I don't care anymore   I'm packing up and moving out   And it's alright 'cos I'll be miles away, trying to find new things to say   To say       Take me home and tuck me in   Hold me tight and I just might tell you all I know (I'm feeling pretty low)   Sunglasses and handkerchiefs    I'm chronicling everything that's happened to us, so hate me if you must    It's easy to do so easy to do, yeah   And so convenient      It's all my fault though I don't care anymore. I'm packing up and moving out    And it's alright 'cos I'll be miles away, trying to find new things to say   Trying to find new things to say