But it seems this time I can't break my fall
Why would I be bothered by the things you say at all?
Told my manager I had nothing scandalous to say
Told my publicist, “No press, ok?”
But nothing much bothers me now
And watch the children play
But nothing much bothers me now
Why should I care what you think about my songs?
Now traffic doesn't bother me at all
But if I hurt myself I'll put my band-aid on
So why would I be bothered at all
Leave me by the beach today so I can feel the breeze
Questions I used to ask myself
Why should I care what you think about my songs?
Answers I needed now
Nothing bothers me at all
I'm falling down again
No one wants to hear about your lovely, lovely days
Questions I used to ask myself
But today is close as it will ever ever be
Problems seemed so unsolvable
When every day I have a ball?
Answers I needed now
Nothing bothers me at all
‘Cause for once I'm not racing time
When every day I have a ball?
But why should I be bothered at all
And I'll fall, fall again
Problems seemed so unsolvable
Making songs is hard when you're happy
Nothing's perfect
