Your side of the couch, I'm afraid to be on itI'm afraid of the mirrors it bringsIt's killing my buzzJust wondering where the hell it wentAll the nights we spent hiding from the worldI try to laugh about itBut it looks like the joke's on meIf I could ever get that whole year backThat'd be my lucky daySometimes I think of youBut it's cool to be aloneIt's nice to not have to fight for my blanketIt's just an old habitOld green couchBut it feels like home againMolly Ringwald, me and youSixty candles, lonely summersI blew it all againIt's kind of funny, where do we stand?I know someone's gonna take my spotI know that you're gonna be a starI know that you're gonna be a starI know that you're gonna be a starI know that you're gonna be a starYour side of the couch, I'm afraid to be on itI'm afraid of the mirrors it bringsIt's killing my buzzJust wondering where the hell it wentAll the nights we spent hiding from the worldI try to laugh about itBut it looks like the joke's on meIf I could ever get that whole year backThat'd be my lucky dayIf I could ever get that whole year backThat'd be my lucky dayI'd be a starI'd be a starI'd be a starI'd be a starI'd be a starI'd be a starI'd be a star