No Consequence at All

I’ve been thinking about you, your records are here,

your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there.

But I'm not still the one, and you're now a star,

what do you care ?

I’ve been thinking about you, and there's no rest,

SHIT . . . I still love you, still see you in bed.

But I'm playing with myself, and what do you care,

when the other men are far, far better.

I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep?

These people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet.

They don't know what I know and why should you care

when I'm not there.

You are the sun and moon and stars are you,

and I could never run away from you.

You try at working out chaotic things,

It's like the world is going to end so soon,
and why should I believe myself not you ?

Then now, I'm trying to get some rest

If your opinion which is of no consequence at all.