I was walking through the market yesterday
An old man grabbed his guitar by the neck and started to play
His tongue peeked out the corner of his mouth
He had a pencil; it was poised behind his ear
His smile was bent beneath the weight of all his years
His fingers traveled lovingly along the strings
And I remembered how yours used to stumble over me
His voice was soft as well, but his had truth to tell, and
He sang a song about the way he fought for love
But you taught me that, sometimes, fighting just isn't enough
I gave you everything
You left an imprint on my sheets
But I bet your arms don't ever ache to hold me
'Cause if there's anything I'm certain of now
It's that you don't give a damn about me
I remember the first time I saw
your face
You were poking fun at everyone with
such malicious aim
You clung so to your wit, and
all your quips were quick, but
I thought I saw
a weakness in your eyes, and I
I felt inspired
to unearth your softer side
You cornered me one night just, just after dark
You let it slip that you felt like your life had fallen apart
Your lips pursed in a pout; a tiny tear slid out, and
You cried into my shoulder that night and then the next
We chatted weekly at the cafe like some old Hollywood friends
I teased you mercilessly
About your
penchant for Irish Cream
But I bet you don't even
know how I like my coffee
'Cause if there's anything
I'm certain of now
It's that you don't give a
damn about me
It was a Friday
When
you first touched your lips to mine
I thought
I felt the stars collide
I learned the hard way
A girl can't be a friend to guys
Most pretty promises are lies
"Too good to be true" is not just a line
I gave you everything
'Til there was nothing left of me
Then you walked away and left me barely breathing
And if there's anything I'm certain of now
It's
that you don't give a damn about me
