Two and a Half Years

I don't know how I got this way

But I don’t mind

I remember a melody, a tune

To remember (remember, remember)

Grab your coat

Grab your hat, baby

Leave your worries on the doorstep

Just direct your feet

On the sunny side of the street

Can't you hear a pitter-pat

And that happy tune is your step

Life can be so sweet

On the sunny side of the street

Why should you walk in the shade

Don't do it!

Take those blues, they’re all on parade

Ladies and gentlemen, don't be afraid

Just be your ruler, and walk over you

If you haven't gone absurd

So is that it?

Is this it?

What we've, this is what we've been waiting for?

The big ******* ending?

The big finale we've all been waiting for, for forty five goddamn minutes

Jesus Christ

I mean, I guess it's art. Feels like a whole lot of ******** to me

I think you spent too much time on it, you thought about it way too much

You thought you were being poetic, and artistic, but instead, it's just a big ******’ mess

How do you expect me to wrap this up and make sense of anything?

I mean, Christ, have you even listened to any of this?

How long have you been working on this, two and a half years?

Are you kidding me?

This is what you did for two and a half years?

If anybody remembers you after this ****, I will be really ******* surprised

Hey, c’mon, Jimmy, lighten up. C'mon, sit down, where’re you going (continues speaking in the background)