How can you tell me,

That I shouldn’t worry,

It doesn’t matter,

And there’s no hurry?

How can you say;

‘This is what you should do’?

Don’t you know- it’s a bit rich,

Coming from you?

How can it be you you,

Who’s calming me down,

When it’s always been,

The other way round?

When you give advice,

I just sit here and itch,

To say; ‘Coming from you?

Now that’s a bit rich!’

How has it come to this?

Well, I’m not sure.

You’re giving me advice

I gave you before.

See, now you’re the calm one,

And I’m in a tizz,

‘Now you’re freaking out?’ You ask,

‘A bit rich that is!’