Nothing Matters

If only I could spend my time,
in a big backyard,
watching the stars and the wind,
while the hours go by,
while the things stay keep on mattering
much more than they should matter.

Some feelings need to be scratched out of our hearts and souls.
If this soul really exists.
Cause while this useless feelings keep breathing inside of me,
I'll just get no peace.
I'll just get no good times.

If only I could spend my time,
in a big backyard,
laying down on the ground, playin with the soil and plants,
while life stays fuckin' up things,
while the things stay keep on mattering
so much more than they should matter.

Sometimes you just gotta stop.
Let it go and give up.
You don't have to be a good person
if all that remains is loneliness.
Sometimes all that matters is just don't get bothered
even if that means stop caring about anything.
At all.