I had some things to do so I did 'em and I did 'em.
I was doin' and doin' and doin' and doin' and the list just kept getting bigger.
I got so worried. I felt so shattered.
I started believing that it mattered.
I had some things to figure out so I figured and I figured.
I thought that might cure my doubt but it just got thicker.
I want to shrink my brain but it just get's fatter.
Feeding from the giant pile of things that I think matter.
But they don't matter. They don't matter no no
They don't matter. They don't matter no
They don't matter. They don't matter no.
They don't matter. They don't matter
I rushed around all day.
Trying to succeed.
Things didn't go my way.
I didn't get what I need.
Things didn't go to plan.
I didn't turn into superman
And nothing got resolved.
So I turned into a tiny ball of fury.
I sent myself to hell I was my own judge and jury.
Poor me. Broken and battered.
Caught up with believing that all this bullshit matters.
And now I've upset you. Are you angry?
Am I the bad guy now? Don't you like me?
Should I have listened To your stupid chatter?
Should I have pretended that you're obsessions matter?
Well, how can I put this?