She says the joys of life are lost among the living   So I guess all those souvenirs are for her health   She gives me quarters for the phone   And every time I feel alone I go broke   Yeah I go broke      She says if you're not here at least make sure you miss me   So when I miss her I make sure to let her know   It's the least that I could do   And sure I guess I like it too   I'm Mr. Charming without the charming      I can hear the eyebrows raise when I start singing   'Cause the songs I sing are all about myself   You can read me like a book   I'm not as clever as I look      I've got a sneaky kind of selfish   That I keep upon the shelf   With jars of double-sided comments   For people who've done nothing wrong      Preparing for the lights   And always practicing my sha-na-nas   I will stand right next to giants   And roar aside the lions      Wondering how is it so easy   For leaves amid the breeze to blow   From hometowns all around us   To hometowns where nobody lives      Just cities full of people   People making people making people   For the masses   People we won't ever know      She says the point of this is not to date the future   So just focus on the task at hand   Try to break up with your pride   And start to flirt with satisfied