The rocker, part II

My girlfriend calls and asks how I'm doing. She is concerned about me. She doesn't think I should let rock hurt me. She doesn't realize that it is worth much more than I am. I channel rock, I don't create it. I don't have any other purpose in this life. I love her, of course, but I'm not good enough for her. She deserves a man who isn't taken, isn't married to the music.