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