Matters Anyway

Not that it really matters anyway,
the way I feel with each passing day
when you look at me
I don’t know what to say
so I pretend that I don’t see.
when you look at me that way.

I guess the real problem is the fact
that you keep getting me off track.
You mess with my heart;
you mess with my head
and I just keep wanting
to get you in bed.

The same time, the same place;
every day it’s like a race.
Will we actually talk
or just kind of wait
or maybe you’ll just walk
away, which I hate.