Song Length |
3:32 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Electronic - Electronica |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
I'm writing this song in a Target parking lot. Just 20 minutes alone - that's what I've got. Spit out a few words - pretend they'll be heard. Keep propping up this fantasy to deal with my reality. No one knows me anymore. I don't matter anymore. Did I ever? Or was it never? I can't believe I still don't know. What's she supposed to tell me - that she hates what I'm making? When she hears me sing now it kinda sounds like I'm faking? What once was so charming is almost alarming. Her dreamer, as he ages, has gotten lost between the pages. No one knows me anymore. I don't matter anymore. Did I ever? Or was it never? I can't believe I still don't know. Every step I've taken is that pointless sort of effort that goes nowhere - like a treadmill. All I ever wanted was to have a voice that mattered but I failed. Completely failed. My life is just fine by any typical measure. I have regular things. There's occasional pleasure. But I'm an inaudible man. I wear an invisible suit. More null than void. More stem than root. No one knows me anymore. I don't matter anymore. Did I ever? Or was it never? I can't believe I still don't know.