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?