I guess I'm just the comic relief in your narrative, But I am the conflict in mine, The ill wind that blows the cold through, And the pin that pops the balloon. [Chorus Someone tell me I matter. Anyone at all. Fucking tell me I matter. I'm deflated, These tires have all but run out of road, How do I steer this wreck into a parking space? [Chorus2 Why should you tell me I matter? I won't believe you at all? Why the fuck would it matter? I had a dream that I was drowning, noone came to my aid, Most content to sit idle and watch away in the shade, And as my lungs struggled to breath in through the water and waves, I heard somebody say, Jeez I hope he's okay. [Chorus3 What if I tell me I matter? Would that even count at all? Cos I know I matter. (Ah fuck it)