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 you 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
  yeah, 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 you out of this
  but none comes at first
  and little comes at all
  and when inspiration finally hits you
  it barely even breaks your fall
    who were you then
  and who are you
  now that you can't pretend
  that you can figure it all out
  subtract out the impact
  and the fall is all you get
  so it takes two beers to remember now
  and three more to forget
  that i loved you so
  yeah, i loved you, so what
  i loved you
  so what