"Tell me Rocco, where do feelings begin?", he said

In a drunken drawl

He said, "I'm lost in the fog

Going to sleep, waking up messed up

Feeling like a deserted town

I forget, I forget, I forget, I forgot, I forgot

What I was talking about

One more whiskey on the rocks, no ice

And I'll be out that door

So please don't watch me that way"

'Cause your pity

Doesn't change that I'm shitty

Yeah, your pity

Doesn't change that I'm shitty

He wandered east to his ex from ages ago

And started ringing that doorbell ring

Until a wise guy pizza delivery man walked up and said

"That's not a doorbell that's a plastic sticking out of a building"

But he could hear that bell ringing

Yeah, your pity

Doesn't change that I'm shitty

You woke up in her bed now

Third time's the charm

There was music playing

That was no longer cool

But in a brief renaissance

With the cynical kids from art schools

He was never popular

Then again, he was no nerd

He operated right in the middle

Then he changed now he's shitty

Yeah, your pity

Doesn't change that I'm shitty

This is as real as it gets, as real as it gets

This is as real as they come in the store

Camo blue

This is as real as they come

With a pack of fresh Luckies

He went outside and sat down, for relaxational, recreational purposes

And there was a hobo lying next to him on a bench, flat face

"Rough night?" (No response)

"Me too" (No response)

"Flat tire" (No response)

"Nothing new" (No response)

"Will we get by" (No response)

"City living" (No response)

"Suicidal? Don't worry about that" (No response)

'Cause your pity

Doesn't change that I'm shitty

Yeah, your pity

Doesn't change that I'm shitty

And I don't want your pity

And I don't need your pity

I don't even have the money

I'll walk back home