[00:07.46]He sits and smiles at his big CV[00:09.546]Thinking he's just[00:10.863]A piece of some being[00:12.564]What exactly is he trying to prove[00:19.07]I wake up beside my bed and I look at the clock[00:22.659]And I scratch my head[00:24.577]Where am I supposed to be[00:30.583]I know what I wish that I could see[00:38.50]He could have been a contender[00:43.706]Once drunk he said to me[00:50.179]A brilliant fiction writer[00:55.867]But he had to leave it be[01:10.108]I bang into my desk again and I look at the clock[01:13.905]God it's only ten[01:15.674]At least I know I plan on moving on[01:22.113]I look at him with his cobweb eyes amusing[01:25.119]Himself with a wacky tie[01:27.798]What is he supposed to be[01:33.654]Creation lost in apathy[01:41.69]He could have been a contender[01:46.674]Once drunk he said to me[01:53.82]So why not make it happen[01:58.776]Even pupkin had his way[02:14.120]He could have been a contender[02:19.733]Once drunk he said to me[02:25.781]Well there's one shot in the barrel[02:31.813]I am done with sympathy