I packed my suitcase
I’m out of here
This isn’t fun anymore
And anyway
It seems like a game to you
I think I’m right about that
What was the score
It doesn’t matter
Who’s ahead in the series
It doesn’t matter
We’re both losing
And before the whistle blows
Before time has totally run out
I am going to forfeit
I don’t mind losing
If it’s only a game