Skeptik - It Doesn't Matter lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Skeptik] Fill the pots to the brim, no need for a lid Back in the day I heard the thunder, and needlessly hid Now I don't hear the boom, it's drowned out by my speakers And the sound my heels make they shift against my sneakers Neither one of us had ever planned for this Met as amorists, parted as anarchists The holes I couldn't fill, that's not a turn of phrase So now when it rains I get flooded for days But I remain in one spot, stubborn, not stagnant Clinging to my own worth, as if I was a magnet Used to never rain here, now it does constantly One finger to the sky, as if it's what she wants from me The funny thing is I've forgotten how to laugh But I sure know how to follow up on tracks When one pot fills, I replace it with the next Dump the contents out in the form of text [Hook: Skeptik & Danny G] It doesn't matter how many pots are laid out It's still the same roof, still the same house The only spot of rain in the middle of a drought So nobody knows what I'm talkin' about [Verse 2: Skeptik] I gotta doubt me, oddly, it's the only thing that fuels me At least til the day that me and my muse meet But at this rate, that day will probly never come A pessimist? Nah, I'm just not dumb I don't trust in the seasons, never had a reason Or a cause, or effect, or combination to believe in I remember what was said, forgetting what was meant Sentiment and sediment sometimes mix to form cement I might need just a little bit of grounding Thunder strikes more than twice if you choose to stick around me My head and my heart are constantly pounding So instead, I focus on the life that has found me Surroundings are gonna dissipate you see The atmosphere's kinda relevant, or so it seems Sometimes a rainy day is just what you need But you gotta be careful not to drown the seed [Hook: Skeptik & Danny G] It doesn't matter how many pots are laid out Its the same roof, its the same house The only rain in the middle of a drought So nobody knows what I'm talkin' about [Verse 3: Skeptik] Six feet? Try forty leagues Pretty hard to succeed when you can't even breathe I wear a sh**ty grin and make do with what I got Which, to be straightforward, is not a f**in lot A spot to sleep, and a collection of pots The floors only there to catch the rain as it drops I wrote this song to it's rhythm, so if it ever stops The only choice I'll have left is to lay down and rot Not to complain too much, but I think it rains too much Melancholy nights with a painful touch So as the rain keeps falling, I continue blowing smoke Maybe I can't laugh because I am the joke It doesn't matter, a simple phrase I use to cope A void is preferable to the pain of hope [Hook: Skeptik & Danny G] It doesn't matter how many pots are laid out It's still the same roof, still the same house The only spot of rain in the middle of a drought So nobody knows what I'm talkin' about