It Doesn't Matter to Him

If I think about it, I am successful, as it were. I get to sing for lovely people all over this lovely world. And I am nowhere near as awkward as I was when I was younger. I guess I'm one of those guys who gets better looking as they age. And though I have been beaten down by constant doubt The pressure and confusion brought about by people's actions, death, and tax forms I keep getting up. And I am loved by all my friends and family Though, there have been lots of raised eyebrows Hints, and glances lately. It doesn't matter to him. I could be anything But I could never win his heart again. It doesn't matter to him. He took away my AAA pass. I am invisible to him. And now I feel the soft, pink flesh of my heart hardening To the countless possibilities contained within each day. Vulnerability feels like a cold, wet concrete room lit with fluorescent lights-- Which, as you know, makes everything look bad. I still keep trying to figure out how I became irrelevant How I got myself evicted from his heart from one day to the next. And the worst part is that, even if I got an answer right now It would not change anything because we have become two strangers. It doesn't matter to him. I could be anything But I could never win his heart again. It doesn't matter to him. He took away my AAA pass. I am invisible to him.