Everything I say is immaterial Everything you say is so ethereal, I have your letters pinned on my board You used to say I took the words so serious, now I'm serious I'm changing now but I know its too late for it, now I pay for it on the floor I'm too late for it Now, I pay for it I beg you to talk but now you're as good as gone I got up and walked, now I'm a lonesome clown Everything we say is immaterial We both look like we're at a fucking funeral, I miss the usual, I don't know I've never lost somebody who meaningful in an evening-full I hate to see the feelings aren't mutual but now I pay for it on the floor I'm too late for it Now, I pay for it I paved the way for it Now, I pay for it I beg you to talk but now you're as good as gone I got up and walked, now I'm a lonesome clown Is this forever?