Am
who's gonna give a shit
C
who's gonna take the call
Am
when you find out that the road ahead 
C7
is painted on a wall


Am
and you're turned up to top volume
C
and you're just sitting there in pause
Am
with your feral little secret
C7
scratching at you with its claws
Am
and you're trying hard to figure out 
C
just exactly how you feel
Am
before you end up parked and sobbing
C7
forehead on the steering wheel


Am
who are you now
C
and who were you then
Am
that you thought somehow 
you could just pretend
C
that you could figure it all out
Am
the mathematics of regret
C
so it takes two beers to remember now
Am
and five to forget Dm
that i loved you so
Am
yeah, i loved you, so what




how many times undone
can one person be
as they're careening through the facade
of their favorite fantasy
you just close your eyes slowly
like you're waiting for a kiss
and hope some lowly little power
will pull you out of this
but none comes at first
and little comes at all
and when inspiration finally hits you
it barely even breaks your fall

who were you then 
and who are you 
now that you can't pretend
that you can figure it all out
subtract out the impact
and the fall is all you get
so it takes two beers to remember now
and three more to forget
that i loved you so
yeah, i loved you, so what
i loved you
so what