so what

 

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 your 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

yea, 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 your out of this

but none comes at first

and little comes at all

and when inspirations finally hits you

it barely even breaks the fall

 

who were you then

and who are you

now that you can't pretend

that you can figure it all out

sutract out the impact

and the fall is all you get

so it takes tow beers to remember now

and three more to forget

that i loved you so

yea, i loved you

so what