It doesn’t matter anywaynany more than any other daynI wish it didn’t feel this waynI wish it didn’t feel this waynnOf course you’re not the first to gonIt echoed in us years agonThese things they happen slownThese things they happen slownnI saw you on the TV screennThey painted you an ugly greennWe lose ourselves in simple thingsnIt’s always the simple thingsnnLike your brittle broken heartnBut I think that’s the easy partnDoesn’t matter who you arenDoesn’t matter who you arennWe feel it under every breathnTo say it scares us all to deathnBut that don’t make it matter lessnThat don’t make it matter lessnnThey love to beat you when you’re downnAnd spread the news all over townnCan what was lost ever be foundnCan what was lost ever be foundnnIt’s been a long and lonely rainnI listened to me say your namenAnd nothing in me feels the samenNothing in me feels the same