Taking notice   Of the quiet subtleties of the next morning.   I'm so sorry if your mourning   But the way you said my name just drove me crazy   Tired of Wednesday   Little questions make me homesick, feeling guilty   And the way I met you   May not have been mistaken for coincidence.      A little quiet   Not so empty with my feeling so obnoxious   Directions given with the cruelest of intentions   As your reaching in   For the moment when my heart it hits the ground   And I stop stalling   With all the ways that I stop thinking    I might have missed   I finally hit the ground      So don't care. (Tired)   So don't care. (I don't)   So don't care. (Tired)   So don't care. (I don't)      And I hope as I light my cigarette   That I'm not mistaken    And this may be the best few months of my life   And this quiet shelter    I surrender   Will die quietly and fade into the night