Zs And Qs

I want to be ignorant
I don't wanna care
I don't wanna know
I'd rather just stare
Cos I'm too busy thinking to work it all out
Won't somebody stop me
Trying to work it all out

I don't want a reason
I don't want to know why
The alphabet won't help to clarify
I'm giving up trying
And giving up hope
Cos this chaos is desperate
And I'm not gonna cope

CHORUS
Cos my brain feels like scrabble and I'm losing the game
I got Zs and Qs and that's all
And it seems so small
But it needs to be heard
Cos there's points to be won if I can just find the word

Self diagnosis
There's mud for the stick
Call me a doctor and render me sick
Cos I'm out of reach on an occupied shelf
And if you have an answer
You better keep it to yourself