Great Cynics Letting Go
I'm getting good at letting go
Just ignoring or pretending nothing happened at all
Last night I licked the edge of a credit card
We were sleeping on the floor of a hotel room
Where we lost the keys and we lost our f..cking minds too
I was sweating, shaking, the walls were vibrating
Sitting on the windowsill the guy told me
Nothing ever matters if you don't let it matter
So I tell myself it's true
I never thought I'd do half the things I do
But I won't let it get me down
Sitting on a field with the greenest grass
We've got enough excuses to be here
Where I played for my school team five years ago
Before I realised there was more in town to see
So we sit and watch the trains pass by
And the suspicious dog walkers
But they don't understand the feeling you get
When you just let yourself go
Nothing ever matters if you don't let it matter
So I tell myself it's true
I never thought I'd do half the things I do
But I won't let it get me down
When our bags are empty
We'll walk the same way home
Through the empty car parks
Where we used to talk about nothing at all
Nothing ever matters if you don't let it matter
So I tell myself it's true
I never thought I'd do half the things I do
But I won't let it get me down
