Please check your ego at the door
 We gather to embrace our flaws, no corrections,
 See I can write romantic songs,
 But one on one I get it wrong, every time
 Youth is a waste and [bad word] too late,
 An ambulance lights up the street,
 So much for keeping it discreet, just deny
 While spectators line the block
 Now might be the best time to stop, and start over