do you ever worry?

Do you ever worry that you talk too much about yourself?

That you’re the centre of the universe

And everyone knows it.

They hear about your rubbish morning

And the argument you had last night,

The fact that lunch was accidentally burnt

And now you have to stay on late.

And it’s only when you see the gentle eye roll

Them looking at their watch,

You realise you know nothing of their day,

Because, after all, you’re the star of your own show.