Who Cares

My hands on the wheel My mind on hope And the acrid tang of bathroom soap Part of me wants to drive right off the road Yeah, I sometimes wish For a tragedy Something awful that would make you feel bad for me It's pageantry, sadness just for show Who cares? I used to want things so much more I don't Know where I'm going anymore These days I'm always tired At least from nine to five I scrape the bottom of the barrel just to feel alive And every day's a hill I need to climb Still I want to try Like I used to try Before I felt the well run dry And I wake up scared Aware I'm losing time Who cares? I used to want things so much more I don't Know where I'm going anymore Who cares? I used to want things so much more I don't Know where I'm going anymore