Oh I’m gonna
I’m gonna
I’m gonna fail
There’s no
I have to have security
I might end up homeless
You ever see those men
Who eat out of garbage cans?
And the wife
Can’t leave the wife
I have a car
And a mortgage
Don’t look at me
It’s not my fault
I could have been anything
Shit just got in the way
(nods of approval)
You know I had no choice
It’s okay
I’m okay
You’re okay
We’re okay
There’s nothing we can do about it
Might as well watch the tv
I mean
Better than thinking about it
I could have been
A carpenter
A painter
A writer
But that’s for other people
Never for me
At parties I’ll tell them
I have a story in me somewhere
And I do
I do
I do, really
You just can’t see it yet
I’ll tell you it
In thirty years
When I have my mortgage paid
No
Don’t feel sorry for me
Don’t feel sorry for me
Don’t feel anything for me
Because I feel it all for myself
It’s not my fault