My friends all say that you're no good

That you're not fit to shine my shoes

They say that you are not the caliber of man

That I deserve to have

I don't know that much about guns

But I feel like I've been shot by one

I am ashamed cause I don't know myself right now

And I am forty three

The knowledge that I can't be what you need

Is cutting off my air supply

And yet this information hasn't reached my heart

And that's why I still try

They say that I should go outside more

And drink lots of water all the time

But that does not seem to be working

'Cause you still have not come back to me

I feel like telling everyone

To fuck off all the time cause they don't know

I keep expecting Woody Allen

To come out from those dark shadows

I watched Jane Eyre last night and thought about

Which role would work the best for me

My mind is tired and all I'm doing now

Is worrying my friends and family

Just in case you didn't hear me ask before