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 it'll all work out   subtract out the impact   and the fall is all you get   so heres two beers to remember why   and three more to forget   i loved you so   yeah, i loved you, so what   i loved you   so what