pity season

One, two, three Now you're talking, making better sense Finally you're giving reason to the pain in my chest It's pity season, what a funny way to live And the nerve to mention over dinner, you've got a year to live So I'm picking up a motto You get what you get and this is it, so chew and swallow But if that is the price you're paying, I know Everything means nothing at all At all You're a shining example of every way I fall short But a dying hero's good for me like Toblerone for a horse Am I lucid dreaming? Can I throw the ball in your court? It ain't growing up without you here to help and keep me on course So I'm picking up a motto You get what you get and this is it, so chew and swallow But if that is the price you're paying, I know Everything means nothing at all At all At all At all