Too Sad to Tell You

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