It's Not That کے بول

You're always under my skin How do you live in it? Trapped under summer sweat While I've been chasing gold teeth at funerals And drinking down the poison through cans and funnels I'd do anything for you Cut off my arm if you asked me to Die alone if it helps you through the year I'm not complaining It's not that I'm just saying I'm not complaining I guess that I'll stay in the car I guess I'll breathe in the exhaust Until the awkward silence is over And I'll just say: Hey It never mattered anyway