Pathos

You've seen a lot of things
 For which I'd give my eyes
 My ears are sick to death with talk
 I'm loathed to analyse
 The ins and outs and the shortfalls
 Of my latest testament
 That was then and this is now
 And someone has to pay the rent
 "Have you a match" he asked
 "that I might set a light
 These manuscripts and canvases
 They document my life"
 Do you remember laughter? Well
 I wish I could somehow forget
 Hold on whilst the flames consume
 Another hapless victim left to die
 Pathos, you brought the storm
 So you must hear out
 This weary stoned protagonist
 Know's not what it's about
 Cause it was not so out of mind
 That I should breathe fresh air again
 Harder to judge, even define
 The ship that wrecked far greater men than I