It can't bother me if I don't let it:
The kitchen's freezing cold, the fridge is full of mold.
Maybe if I find another way of looking at it:
There's calmness in the air, I'm getting old and I don't care.
You gave me much too much, now I'm indebted.
You gave too much away, do you regret it?
It can't bother me if I don't let it.
The why of light on death.
There was something I was mad about, now I forget it -
Maybe if I found another way of looking at it.
If you ever wanted him you never said it,
But if it was paranoia, well you fed it.
There was a place I liked to go and now I dread it
and though I mean not to return I wouldn't bet it.
But it can't get to me 'cause I don't get it.