I wish that I could skate
I wish that I got high
I wish that I played bass in a pop-punk band that toured all the time
I wish I lived in Glasgow and didn't live with my mum
I wish I wrote songs rich with metaphors that didn't sound oh so dumb

And I wish, wish, wish sometimes that I didn't exist
But I do, so I'll do what I do and what I do is sing sad songs about you
And I think, think, think, think, think that I need a little time
To write some more sad songs about you