"French Press" lyrics

I'm alright, if you asked me, but you never do
Is this thing on? I'm coming at you from beside a dirty canal
And I've never felt better since I let her go
You find out who your friends are when the city's cold
And you speak like a child
And I've been reading the French press
And I've been disconnected

And people used to say under their breath
That you got the looks and I got all of the rest
Did it work out for the best?
And brother, don't you know? Brother, don't you know
That jealousy's a curse? And what's worse is the silence
It's strange, are you moving out of range?

You're keeping alright, that's good to know
The cup runs over at the overflow
Well, nothing happens here, the time ticks slow
Where the money walks and the hard air blows
In the same shirt, with the same crack, in the same window
Drinking from a French press, Fiona's changed address
Did you hear about? (I'm having trouble making you out)
Did you hear about? (I said I think I'm cutting out)
Did you (I'm having trouble)
Did you hear about?