It's a sin to be sincere
A lightning bolt in a sky that's clear
In a bedroom dark with a synapse spark
While you toil away in the loudest part
Of the breaking sound that you're making now
So you push it you pull it you fool it back underground
You learn to strum in a way that's numb
Trading space for the vacant hum of a body close
With a shallow bond
Of a time and place to a random song
That she won't sing now as you lay her down
So you push it you pull it you fool it back underground
"I don't care anymore," she says,
"I don't care anymore
Where you go
What you do
Who's doing it with you
If I am not"
And it's a curse to come across
So self-a**ured when your boat is lost
And the tide is high
The waves are dense
A turn both of phrase and events
That you won't change now
As you're breaking down
So you push it you pull it you fool it back underground
"I don't care anymore," she says,
"I don't care anymore
Where you go
What you do
Who's doing it with you
If I am not"
On a Friday night, in my only suit
On a drunken whim with no coat to boot
On a midnight flight in a time-zone fight
The bare despair that's there despite of her absent frown
When the plane touched down
So you push it you pull it you fool it back underground
"I don't care anymore," she says,
"I don't care anymore
Where you go
What you do
Who's doing it with you
If I am not"