in comparison

Transition from one reality to another,
Because these people, these people,
These people don't have any meaning.
They don't talk to me, don't think of me,
They no longer have anything to do with me.
What are these faces I'm looking at?
Who do they belong to? Who is that?
"What are they doing now?"
"Who are they dating now?"
("are they still a virgin?")
(what does it really matter?)
The fucking, fucking, all this talk of fucking,
It makes me queasy and a little tired.
I start to feel quiet and hopeless,
I start to feel like I'm losing a friend.
And so I'm drinking a lot because I'm old,
Because that's what old people do, right?
I'm drinking and slurring my words and
Talking in a disjointed syntax and
Barfing up my fear of abandonment.
(please don't leave me please please please)
My hands are dry and burned and scarred,
My knees are bruised and my head is numb,
And I'm getting invited to places,
And I'm falling into a new situation,
And I finally feel like I'm moving on,
But the way a turtle moves on in comparison to a cheetah.