I walked down the street Looking for someone I see a stranger And ask if he's seen someone He says, they don't come here often And when sometimes they do They always say they're not looking for someone Someone, especially like you I don't care about much But one of the things I care is about is you No, I don't care about much But I definetly, sometimes care about you I see a guy He's pretty tall He's got long hair And some nice hands to hold I'll never be like him I'm not thin or tall I don't know why you would Ever like me at all No, I don't care about much But one of the things I care about is you And sometimes I think about things And sometimes I accidentally think about you So why can you tell me if you care about me too No, I don't mind If you go off holding hands with some other guy No, I don't mind I don't like you I'm just tired of feeling this way