Care

Care
Do you still care, or do I sit here running
in place with my hands in my hair?
And what if I said my friends hate my guts,
cause all I talk about is how it was?
So do you still care that
I still wonder who you're with and where?
I just want to speak, ask you how are things,

I just want to sleep, come lay next to me.
Do you still care, or do
I sit here hoping for love that won't ever come near?
And what if I said my friends hate my guts,
Cause I all ever talk about is love?
Do you still care that I still wonder who you're with and where?
I can not sleep, barely speak,
When I make myself sing-and cut, does this sting?
Then I do not care,
who you're with and where your eyes may stare.
I mean, I'll try not to care,
But I don't think I would survive out there.
And do you still care,
That I still wonder who you're with and where?
That I still wonder who you're with and where,
That I still wonder who you're with and where.
Why do I still wonder who you're with and where?
Why do I still wonder who you're with and where?