Guess It Doesn’t Matter

Guess It Doesn’t Matter
Copyright - 2012, Keith Birmingham
I don't ever call your number.
I don't say your name out loud.
And, I don't ask our friends about you.
When your not hangin' with our crowd.

And, it doesn't really matter
If I see you on the street.
When you just walk right on by me
My heart don't skip a beat.

Well, tomorrow you will marry
What once was my best friend.
But, I won't even notice
That my world is at an end.

I don't miss the smell of you perfume,
As I'm layin' in my bed.
And, I don't miss the touch of your hand,
Pulling softly at my head.

And, I guess it doesn't matter,
When I'm turning out the light.
That I know for me it's gonna be,
Another lonely night.

Well, tomorrow you will marry,
What once was my best friend.
But, I won't even notice
That my world is at an end.

'Cause I'll be sittin' in this barroom,
And, I guess that you can tell,
I'll be out with all of my new friends,
And, spending time in Hell.

And, I don't ever call your number.
And, my phone it just don't ring.
'Cause when I'm sittin' in this barroom
My life don't mean a thing.

‘Cause tomorrow you will marry,
What once was my best friend.
But, I won't even notice
That my world is at an end.