myra moreta: Listen

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I've got 4 walls and numbers to keep me company
One of those walls isn't even real
Its a bookshelf, turned around
I've got hours to count down
down
down
down
down

And you can't make me care

I go to bars more often now
and I'm lucky for the Seattle Freeze
cause if anyone talks to me
I might cry tears into my pear cider

Cause you can't make me care

She says its only temporary
but what if its not?
I feel like I'm going nowhere
I'm here
I was just there
I'm going nowhere

You can't make care