The Ballad of Who Could Care Less

I'll have a seat wherever I am
We're all the same
We break and we bend
'Til things change and they turn their backs
I guess a song is a means to an end

If you ever wanted to come around
Suprised you'd find anyone left
We've all abandoned ship

They teach a world of just scratch your back
And then stab yours
And leave you the mess
I hate this song and this tired old dance
For the ballad of who could care less
Who could turn from ones distress

If you ever wanted to come around
Suprised to find anyone left
Yeah if you even wanted to come around
Suprised to find anyone left
Oh and we've abandoned ship



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Olvera
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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