I guess I grabbed the short straw...
I think back to how we were...
I remember when I lost my driving
privileges...
You used to have to lug me around
like a bad suitcase...
How could I file a case...?
Wouldn't it just be a waste?
So here I am trying to handle my
disgrace...
With care and grace...
I was such a hell-raiser back then...
I had such timing...
I now have better taste...
I eat better food.
I wear finer clothes.
But I carry around a heartache.
That no one knows.
As time goes by I realize that I made
you a monster.
Sort of like your sponsor.
I taught you how to be cruel.
But to such lengths.
I would never stoop.
I could sue you.
Get back every penny.
Through you.
But I am through with you.
I am in the summertime of my voodoo...

