Well it's not for me to say,

but I can't see what you see in him anyway

But such righteousness in me

is not a nice thing to display,

and who am I for christsakes anyway

to judge a life this way when my own's in disarray?

I watch Saturday kid's TV with the sound turned down

I leave food on the eiderdown

All my thoughts pushed underground

Maybe you're happy - everyone says you are

You drive around on Two Star,

you leave your life ajar, and God knows

you deserve it.

Bad luck follows everyone.

So go on, and stop listening to me

Stop listening to me.

And don't ask me how I feel

don't ask me how I feel

So it's not for me to say

because I change my life from day to day,

and when I look at you

I only see bits of myself anyway

So go on, and stop listening to me

Stop listening to me

And don't ask me what to say, or to judge a life this way

When my own's in disarray