If I think about it, I am successful as it were
I get to sing for lovely people
All over this lovely world
And I am nowhere near as awkward
As I was when I was younger
I guess I'm one of those guys
Who gets better looking as they age
And though I have been
Beaten down by constant doubt
The pressure and confusion brought about by
People's actions, death, and tax forms
I keep getting up
And I am loved by all my friends and family
Though, there have been lots of raised eyebrows
Hints, and glances lately
It doesn't matter to him
I could be anything
But I could never win his heart again
It doesn't matter to him
He took away my triple A pass
I am invisible to him
And now I feel the soft pink flesh
Of my heart hardening
To the countless possibilities contained
Within each day vulnerability feels like
A cold, wet concrete room lit with fluorescent lights
Which as you know makes everything look bad
I still keep trying to figure out
How I became irrelevant
How I got myself evicted
From his heart from one day to the next
And the worst part is
That even if I got an answer right now
It would not change anything
Because we have become two strangers
It doesn't matter to him
I could be anything
But I could never win his heart again
It doesn't matter to him
He took away my triple A pass
I am invisible to him
It doesn't matter to him
I could be anything
But I could never win his heart again
It doesn't matter to him
He took away my triple A pass
I am invisible to him
