Lyrics

Remember when life was fun and you could still hang out? And people would buy what you have to sell But now you're just knocked and slumped on the floor like 'here it goes,' This is the story that you're gonna tell: You couldn't see that you had it all Was always short but acted so tall But now you woke up and you looked in the mirror Here it comes Maybe you're very small (yeah) There doesn't have to be a moral to every tale Maybe, well, sometimes I just like to sing Maybe I ain't got nothin' to sell How can you tell? Maybe I just stole your magic ring