Forty Fathoms desperate for attention

Welcome my friends it's so nice, nice to see you.
Grab a seat, grab a number, I'll be right in.
You see I've been dying to tell you, if you haven't noticed by now.
I've been turning my back on you just to keep your interest.
Just to keep your interest.
Just to keep your interest.
I'm desperate for attention!
You know it all too well.
The notes just don't hit the same as they used to.
Hit the same as they used to.
Hit the same as they used to.
Where are my manners?
I was taught better than this.
I had a responsibility to all of you.
I'm as shallow as you always believed, yeah yeah!
It never comes to a point (there is not end)!
I'm out of touch (can you comprehend?)!
Give me vision, no just give me one.
So sick and tired of being the forgotten son.
The forgotten son.
The forgotten son.
Give me one.
Am I making sense or is this just another senseless ramble?
I just can't give two shits about anyone other than me a little bit delusional I'm gritting my teeth not to let you know.
Am I delusional?
I need to know
I always felt so wide awake but then again don't believe a word I say.
Don't believe a single word I say.
Give me vision, no just give me one.
So sick and tired of being the forgotten son.