*FINAL VERSION* “Nobody Gives A Care” Verse 1: I wake up to the hum of a fridge that’s half-empty Coffee’s cold, yesterday’s news on the TV Scrollin’ through lives that look golden and pretty While mine’s just a filter that nobody sees I talk to the walls, they don’t talk back The mirror’s honest, and honesty stabs Another gray strand in the drain of the sink Another “like” that don’t mean a damn thing Chorus: (sing it LOUD AND PROUD , this one sticks): Living in a fantasy—that’s my reality No fine wine, no fast cars, not a dime to spare Just lonesome me and my thinning hair In a world where nobody gives a care Verse 2: I still got dreams, but they’re yellowed and frayed Like old concert tickets I never got played I smile at strangers, they look right through Invisible’s the trendiest new hue Friends turned to ghosts in the glow of the chat “Happy birthday, man,” then the screen goes flat I’d trade every follower for one real voice But silence is loud, and silence is choice Chorus: Living in a fantasy—that’s my reality No fine wine, no fast cars, not a dime to spare Just lonesome me and my thinning hair In a world where nobody gives a care Verse 3: Sometimes I walk where the streetlights end Kick a stone like it’s an old lost friend Whisper “maybe tomorrow” to the midnight air Maybe tomorrow somebody might care I still leave the porch light burning low In case a stray heart needs somewhere to go It flickers like the last match I’ve got left But damn it, I’m not ready to give up yet Bridge(raw, cracked-open, almost spoken at first):: I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with being unseen Tired of swallowing the scream If nobody’s coming, then why am I still waiting? Chest caved in, hands shaking I’m bleeding on the inside, smiling on the feed God, does anybody even see me bleed? Final Chorus:(start broken, then explode): Living in a fantasy—that’s my reality No fine wine, no fast cars, not a dime to spare Just lonesome me and my thinning hair Screaming at a world where nobody gives a care Yeah, I’m screaming at a world… But I still leave the light on out there Outro (soft, almost whispered over a single guitar):: Nobody gives a care… (thinning hair… porch light still there…) Maybe tomorrow… somebody might GIVE A CARE
