It don't matter

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 ought a do.



But it don't matter,

since I lost you.



There's a cigarette-burned 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 htis don't care attitude.



'Cause it don't matter,

since I lost you.



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 hight school,

who's called a time or two here lately,

to say let's get together,

and refluctantly 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.



But it don't matter,

I still love you,

no, it don't matter,

I still love you.