It Doesn't Matter to Him

If I think about it, I am successful as it were -
I get to sing for lovely people all over this lovely world.
And I am nowhere near as awkward as I was when I was younger,
I guess I’m one of those guys who gets better looking as they age.
And even though I have felt beaten down by constant doubt,
depression, and confusion brought about by people’s actions,
death, and tax forms - I keep getting up,
and I am loved by all my friends and family,
though there have been lots of raised eyebrows
and concerned glances lately.
It doesn’t matter to him. I could be anything but I could never win his heart again.
It doesn’t matter to him. You took away my Triple A pass. I am invisible to him.
And now I feel the softening flesh of my heart hardening
to the countless possibilities contained within each day.
Vulnerability feels like a cold wet concrete room lit with fluorescent light,
which, as you know, makes everything look bad.
I still keep trying to figure out how I became irrelevant,
how I got myself evicted from his heart from one day to the next,
and the worst part is that even if I got an answer right now
it would not change anything because we have become two strangers.
It doesn’t matter to him. I could be anything but I could never win his heart again.
It doesn’t matter to him. You took away my Triple A pass. I am invisible to him.
It doesn’t matter to him. I could be anything but I could never win his heart again.
It doesn’t matter to him. You took away my Triple A pass. I am invisible to him.