only mildly

I'm sadder than I've ever been
you were such a star back then
What's the point of having friends
If you can't write a check to them

Is that the way you think?
I'm not surprised
Only mildly

I'm sadder than I've ever been
I hurled your shoes all over for christ's sake
Who's that boy with his piece of wood

Dreaming again? Well that's no good
No one's gonna pay you to dream
But it pays to dream, unfortunately

So, skinny boy
Star back then
Now you're not worth wishing on

I'm sadder than I've ever been
Boy you really did some damage to me
You made a dent in your best friend

Or should I say potential best friend

So, skinny boy
Star back then
Hope you can smell that shit you're shoveling

Words and music by michael johnson
© 1996 zubsongs, ltd.