What can I say? That my life is going great, it all goes as I thought, that all my decisions go through a hit autotune. Who cares if you're not going to listen?
What can I say? You chose the best, which was not love, that you didn't deserve me because you were the worst, I have a thousand illusions, that there's not an ounce of pain . Who cares? You never heard.
What can I say? That weather will improve, that the government is awful.
What can I say? I thought I couldn't continue without you, my life was shattered when you left without thinking, never, never again I would recover because when you were playing I thought that what you did was love and meanwhile I fell in love like a fan of your voice, your friends, your clothes and the way you looked.
What can I say? I prefer walking along the beach and listening to Billy Joel or Ben Folds Five perhaps because I know you hated them, they were not enough indies. Who cares? You were always the best.