The Truth of the Matter

I live in a library but I don’t know how to read

I work in a hospital but I pass out when I bleed

I got what I want but not what I need tonight

I’m a billionaire who don’t know what to do with all his things

I’m a flightless bird who don’t know what to do with all his wings

Tom Brady and my aunt are getting old but they’re still chasing rings tonight

And the truth of the matter is

It don’t matter at all

You’re green in the spring

You’re on the ground and brown by the fall

Well I’m hulled up in the kitchen and I’m tryna cook the books

I been blessed with ignorance but I’ve been cursed with good looks

Fishing in the Dark has got a catchy hook tonight

And there ain’t too much difference between a memory and a scar

I guess I shoulda spent more time with her than my guitar

I wrote a gospel song and I sang it in a bar tonight

And the truth of the matter is

It don’t matter to me

‘Cause Jesus could walk upon the land

And He could walk upon the sea

I’m a tow truck that broke down

And now I’m getting towed

I’m a weatherman that didn’t bring a coat when it snowed

Everyone but me is on the wrong side of the road tonight

And the truth of the matter is

It don’t matter at all

‘Cause the ground is the only real distinction

Between flying and a fall