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