Staying here would change what you should be A parody of all the things that you supposed to be Even when it hurts like you don't know Reality: It's never quite the sweetest ride, you see And then you hide- red wine, old times, no time, cash flies This time, I might blow into smitherines Like Jack, come back Christmas, where you've been? Relax, tell me what's the worry
[last time, repeat 'who's the problem, me' three times]