The Lucky Ones

I can't really take it So I'll just have to fake it Pretend that I'm the lucky one His deep pontification's The source of my frustrations I'm smiling and just acting dumb He's repeating all the same old stories He's the center of them all He's reliving all the same sad glories For aren't we all the lucky ones? People think he's charming Brilliant and disarming Convinced that they're the fortunate sons But he's so unrelenting Blind and unrepenting And pretty soon he's down to one He's not listening to anything we're saying Interupts before we're done Doesn't know the heavy price he's paying Aren't we all the lucky ones?