Kind Of Like Spitting

Who Cares How Much?

Kind Of Like Spitting


Who cares how much I need that face in my life? Who 
cares how much I want to hang 
around? Who cares how much I 
need that look in my life? 
Who cares how much I want you 
around? Who cares how much we 
argue at night? Who cares how 
much comfort I feel sleeping 
on the right? Who cares how much one breast sags from the 
other? Who cares how much 
I'll miss this [something]? 
And I need something for this 
headache for this backache, 
and I need something for this 
headache for this back break. 
Who cares how much you cry? 
You could fill a bucket with 
your sorrow from eye to eye.