hey sweetie won't you tell me about your dayncause i ran out of things to saynwell for starters, i'm going nowhereni'm working late so i can keep up on a dreamnthat will never come or so it seemsnand for old time's sake i'm going nowherennsee what i care, i told you for the last timensee what i care, i told you for the last timenyeahnnnhey sweetness what say we talk aboutnthe only words i do not doubtnthose words i did it and it was so goodnanother week thats beat into the groundnlet's pretend that i'm not aroundnand for old time's sake you're going nowherennsee what i care, i told you for the last timensee what i care, i told you for the last timenyeahnnguess what sweetie karma is a bitchnmake sure you tell them all about our perfect pitchnand how we always seemed to get across in paragraph formnthe way we feel, its both good luck and cursednbut looking back i'm not sure which is worsenreminding you you messed up or growing old and dying alone