I…I’ve been away. I’ve been around but I dont know what to say. Go…go. its not your place. Quit hanging around like someone owes you something. Do you move me? What do you do for me? You got to prove to me that your of some use to me. I’m a somebody. A somebody. Your talking to a somebody. A somebody. He was sharp, barrel-chested and brave. He fought in world war 2 he passed at 93. A fool works himself to death. Cross yourself he’s turning blue as your drink. Do you move me? What do you do for me? You’ve got to prove to me. That your of some use to me. I’m a somebody. I’m a somebody. Talking to a somebody. A walking talking somebody. You are not yourself, how’s your mental health? Wheres the you that I knew? I want that stranger back. Come whisper in my ear. All I hear are facts and they bore me so. Are you still here? Somebody, somebody move me. Make something finally mean something. I’m a somebody. I’m somebody.