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