THERE'S A MONTH OF SUNDAY PAPERS
IN THE WEEDS THAT ARE TAKING OVER
THAT OL' GRAVEL DRIVEWAY
AND A QUART OF MILK HALF EMPTY
TWO WEEKS PAST THE EXPIRATION
DATE
MY FACE COULD STAND A RAZOR
BLADE OR TWO
I'VE GOT A GROWING LIST OF THINGS
I OOGHT A DO
BUT IT DON'T MATTER
SINCE I LOST YOU
THERE'S A CIGARETTE-BBURNED SOFA
THAT I TRY HARD TO SLEEP ON
BUT I LAY THERE FOR HOURS
WATCHING INFOMERCIALS
TILL IT'S TIME TO GET UP, DRESS AND
GO TO WORK
I USED TO TAKE SOME PRIDE IN WHAT I
DO
BUT NOW I'VE GOT THIS I DON'T CARE
ATTITUDE
'CAUSE IT DON'T MATTER
SINCE I LOST YOU
(BRIDGE:)
SYMPATHETIC FRIENDS OF MINE
HAVE WORN OUT ALL THE STANDARD
LINES
IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE, YOU'LL BE
OKAY, JUST GIVE IT TIME
BUT IT DON'T MATTER
THERE'S A GIRL I'VE KNOWN SINCE
HIGH SCHOOL
WHO'S CALLED A TIME OR TWO HERE
LATELY
TO SAY LET'S GET TOGETHER
AND RELUCTANTLY ONE EVENING
I AGREED TO MEET HER DOWNTOWN
FOR A DRINK
AND BY THE WAY SHE LOOKED AT ME
IT'S PROBABLY TRUE
SHE'D LIKE TO BE MY SOMEBODY NEW
BUT IT DON'T MATTER
I STILL LOVE YOU
NO, IT DON'T MATTER
I STILL LOVE YOU
