so what?
who's gonna give a shit?
who's gonna take the call?
when you find out that the road is painted on the wall
and you turn up to top volume
you're just sitting there in pause
with your feral little secret scratching at you with its claws
and you're trying hard to figure out just exactly how you feel
before you end up parked and sobbing
forehead on the steering wheel
and who are you now
and who were you then
that you thought somehow
you could just pretend
that you could figure it all out
the mathematics of regret
it takes two beers to remember now
and five to forget
that i loved you so
yeah i loved you so what
how many times undone
can one person be
as they're careening through the facade
of their favorite fantasy
you just close your eyes slowly
like you're waiting for a kiss
and hope some lowly little power will pull you out of this
but none comes at first
and little comes at all
and when inspiration finally hits you it barely even breaks your fall
and who are you now
and who are you now
that you can pretend
that it'll all work out
subtract out the impact
and the fall is all you get
so here's two beers to remember why
and three more to forget
that i loved you so
yeah i loved you so what
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