When We first fell, We used to lie, In my bed. But now, Where my brain’s supposed to be, There’s just some clouds Instead.
And part of me’s living, And part of me’s dead, And the part of my heart, Where you’re still lyin’, it fled. And it doesn’t matter...
How much I have to drink, I still feel the same. And it doesn’t matter...How loud I play my music, I still feel the same. And it doesn’t matter...What my good friends tell me, I still feel the same.
And it doesn’t matter...How much I hurt myself, I still feel the same. And it doesn’t matter, No it doesn’t matter. ‘Cause I still feel the same.