who's gonna give a shit

who's gonna take the call

when you find out that the road ahead

is painted on a wall

and you're turned up to top volume

and 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



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

so 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



who were you then

and who are you

now that you can't pretend

that you can figure it all out

subtract out the impact

and the fall is all you get

so it takes two beers to remember now

and three more to forget

that i loved you so

yeah, i loved you, so what

i loved you

so what