French Press

I'm all right if you ask me, but you never do Is this thing on, I'm coming to shoot from the side of Dirty Canal And I never felt better since I let it go You find out who your friends are when the city's cold You speak like a child And I've been reading the French press And I've been disconnected People used to say under their breath That you've got the looks and I've got all of the rest, didn't work out for the best But brother don't you know, brother don't you know? That jealousy is a curse, much worse is the silence Strange, you're moving out of range You keep going, it's good to know The cup runs over, you overflow But nothing happens here, the time ticks slow But the money walks and the hot air blows And the same shirt, and the same crack, the same window Chicken from a French press Fiona's strange address, did your hear back? (I'm having trouble making you out) Did you hear about (I said I think I'm cutting out) Did you? (I'm having trouble) Did you hear about?