[Intro] I can’t remember when I felt clean for the last time. And I don’t even care. That’s the problem. Or maybe that’s the cure. (maybe that's the cure) [Verse 1] Met some guy in the bar bathroom, hand pressed against the wet wall cause the floor was sticky I assume and my knees wouldn’t hold me up at all. Didn’t like his face. Didn’t like his voice. Didn’t like myself – call it „selfdestroying phase“, so I let him slide inside like it was his choice. I left before he opened his eyes. Uber took me to the wrong street. Didn’t fix it – loved the surprise. Didn’t care – didn't feel complete. but I was too tired to give a shit. I chewed a piece of gum I found in my coat pocket because brushing my teeth felt like too much commitment. [Bridge] I used to count the days. Now I count empty glasses. Cheaper math. Quicker results. [Pre-Hook] I’m not alive, I’m… present. That’s enough. [Hook] So what? I fuck, I drink, I disappear. So what? I fake eight hours, I'm there but not here. So what? By Monday I wear a clean smile. So what? Nobody knows I’m gone. That's my own fuckin trial. (So what?) [Verse 2] Two months no power, feel like a criminal. Shower’s freakin cold, no need to brag. sounds like a dying animal. I eat dry noodles straight from the bag. Neighbors wave when I pass. I wave back. Perfect mask, no one asks. No one ever fucking asks. There’s mold in the kitchen sink. I don’t move it away. It’s like a pet now, that's what i think. Keeps me company when I panic for days. Bought whiskey instead of rent again. Didn’t taste it – I know my enemies. Didn’t feel it – drives me insane. Just needed my brain to stop screaming long enough to pass out on the floor, bleeding. [Pre-Hook] I’m not alive, I’m… present. That’s enough. [Hook] So what? I fuck, I drink, I disappear. So what? I fake eight hours, I'm there but not here. So what? By Monday I wear a clean smile. So what? Nobody knows I’m gone. That's my own fuckin trial. (So what?) [Verse 3] Four days same shirt, stains dried up where they shouldn’t be. Dirt creeps through my sheets, I turn the pillow over like that’ll make it clean, if I can't see. Cigarettes burn like science phone buzzes, just about to melt, I silence it until the silence gets louder than the phone itself. Boss calls me a “rockstar” with no limit for fixing a hilarious mistake. I smile, but for god's sake my teeth taste like last night’s vomit. Sometimes I sleep on the floor cause the cold tiles comfort me, make me feel less like skin and more like stone. Stone doesn’t break. Stone only sinks. [Bridge] I stopped crying last year. Now I just… leak. Same thing. Less effort. [Final Hook] So what? I fuck, I drink, I disappear. So what? I fake eight hours, I'm there but not here. So what? By Monday I wear a clean smile. So what? Nobody knows I’m gone. That's my own fuckin trial. (So what?) [Outro] If I stopped showing up, they’d still call me reliable...
