I turn my tea leaves into dottle now
So the soothsayers cant see
Stopped asking so you would stop telling me how
Someday I would be

Cold under a bridge all day
Lulled by little black waves
Cardiac arresting place
You say it's written on my face

I shouldn't care
I shouldn't care
I shouldn't care
I shouldn't care

I sing my hardships to sleep sometimes
With some help from liquid qualms
It helps me silence all the doubting chimes
Keeps people away from my palms

Painted crystal balls all black
Behind me are my only tracks
Cut the arms of Paul the second
Whatever your eight ball reckoned

I shouldn't care
I shouldn't care
I shouldn't care
I shouldn't care