Ennui

All the things you said You thought I was dead Everything made me feel aware Ah, you're getting old You're doing things You're losing your hair All the things that you used to believe in Turned out to be true, you're guilty of reason You're the kind of person that I could do without And certain kinds of money would make you see What it's all about There's a first time for everything And a first one's on me, don't you see All of the things that your old lover said Look at them, they jump out of windows And now they're just dead It's the truth, don't you realize Faded without any talent of fun Running out on the streets, balling anyone It's the truth, it's the truth Pick up the pieces that make up your life Maybe some day you'll have a wife and them alimony Oh, can't you see