I'm bored today, and everything's there to be ignored today, scattered everywhere out on the floor today, and I don't care about you. I lost my job today, which used to be the way I could afford to live to hate another day and now I can't afford to even be bored anymore. It's kind of good to feel bad again, mad again, sad again. I'll be doing that again. I don't have to tell you I do it really well. You said goodbye today, and I'm just here still asking why today, and not another year, I'm gonna cry today, but I don't care about you. Maybe it wasn't bad to do, and you did what you had to do. Maybe I'll believe it too, if I keep saying I don't care about you, today I don't know what I'm gonna do today and there's a lot to get through today, but I don't care about you, today.