Two and a Half Years

I don't know how I got this way
 But I don't mind
 I remember a melody, a tune
 To remember (remember, remember)
 (Sung)
 Grab your coat
 Grab your hat, baby
 Leave your worries on the doorstep
 Just direct your feet
 On the sunny side of the street
 Can't you hear a pitter-pat
 And that happy tune is your step
 Life can be so sweet
 On the sunny side of the street
 Why should you walk in the shade
 Don't do it!
 Take those blues, they're all on parade
 Ladies and gentlemen, don't be afraid
 Just be your ruler, and walk over you
 If you haven't gone absurd
 So is that it?
 Is this it?
 This is what we've, this is what we've been waiting for?
 The big fucking ending?
 The big finale we've all been waiting for
 For forty five goddamn minutes
 Jesus Christ
 I mean, I guess it's art
 Feels like a whole lot of bullshit to me
 I think you spent too much time on it
 You thought about it way too much
 You thought you were being poetic, and artistic, but instead, it's just a big fuckin' mess
 How do you expect me to wrap this up and make sense of anything?
 I mean, Christ, have you even listened to any of this?
 How long have you been working on this, two and a half years?
 Are you kidding me?
 This is what you did for two and a half years?
 If anybody remembers you after this shit
 I will be really fucking surprised
 Hey, c'mon, Jimmy, lighten up. C'mon, sit down, where're you going