| If I think about it, I am successful, as it were— |
| I get to sing for lovely people all over this lovely world. |
| And I am nowhere near as awkward as I was when I was younger. |
| I guess I'm one of those guys who gets better-looking as they age. |
| And even though I half am beaten down by constant doubt, depression, |
| And confusion brought about by people's actions, death and tax forms, |
| I keep getting up and I am loved by all my friends and family, |
| Though there have been lots of raised eyebrows, concerned glances neatly. |
| |
| It doesn't matter to him. |
| I could be anything, but I could never win his heart again. |
| It doesn't matter to him. |
| He took away my triple-A pass; I am invisible to him. |
| |
| And now I feel the soft pink flesh of my heart hardening |
| To the countless possiblities contained within each day. |
| Vulnerability feels like a cold, wet concrete room |
| Lit with fluorescent lighting, |
| Which, as you know, makes anything look bad. |
| I still keep trying to figure out how I became irrelevant, |
| How I got myself evicted from his heart from one day to the next, |
| And the worst part is that even if I got an answer right now, |
| It would not change anything, because we have become two strangers. |
| |
| It doesn't matter to him. |
| I could be anything, but I could never win his heart again. |
| It doesn't matter to him. |
| He took away my triple-A pass; I am invisible to him. |
| |
| It doesn't matter to him. |
| I could be anything, but I could never win his heart again. |
| It doesn't matter to him. |
| He took away my triple-A pass; I am invisible to him. |
