Here we go again, the year is almost over.
Here we go again, I still don\'t have a phone.
Here we go again, the fun is almost over.
Here I go again, now I\'m all alone.
As the parchment paper burns against the stove cooking the chicken,
I stop and listen,
And think for just a minute.
If things were different, maybe it wouldn\'t end this way.
But I\'ll find a way to survive.