I walked down the street
Looking for someone
I see a stranger
And ask if he's seen someone
He says, they don't come here often
And when sometimes they do
They always say they're not looking for someone
Someone, especially like you
I don't care about much
But one of the things I care is about is you
No, I don't care about much
But I definetly, sometimes care about you
I see a guy
He's pretty tall
He's got long hair
And some nice hands to hold
I'll never be like him
I'm not thin or tall
I don't know why you would
Ever like me at all
No, I don't care about much
But one of the things I care about is you
And sometimes I think about things
And sometimes I accidentally think about you
So why can you tell me if you care about me too
No, I don't mind
If you go off holding hands with some other guy
No, I don't mind
I don't like you
I'm just tired of feeling this way