Lyrics:

The singer brought her to tears,
but they were my words not hers.
What I said, or didn’t say.
It doesn’t really matter anyway.

Beside me, you looked so small.
So I’m the one now that makes you crawl?
A misplaced word, nothing brutish,
can serve as the sand to extinguish the flame.
It doesn’t really matter anyway.

It doesn’t really matter anyway.
It doesn’t really matter anyway.
It doesn’t really matter anyway.
It doesn’t really matter anyway.