Song Lyrics

I'm not really on a hustle
But I must admit, I still enjoy the grind
Now traffic doesn't bother me at all
'Cause for once, I'm at place and time

Questions I used to ask myself
Answers I needed now
Problems seem so unsolvable
But nothing much bothers me now
Nothing bothers me at all

I'm falling down again
But it seems this time, I can't break my fall
But if I hurt myself, I'll put my band-aid on
And I'll fall, fall again

Questions I used to ask myself
Answers I needed now
Problems seem so unsolvable
But nothing much bothers me now
Nothing bothers me at all

Nothing's perfect
But today is close as it will ever, ever be
Makin' songs is hard when you're happy
No one wants to hear about your lovely, lovely days

But why should I be bothered at all
When everyday, I have a ball
Why should I care what you think about my songs?
Why would I be bothered by the things you say at all?

Told my manager I had nothing scandalous to say
Told my publicist no thrills, okay
Leave me by the beach today so I can feel the breeze
And watch the children play

But why would I be bothered at all
When everyday, I have a ball
Why should I care what you think about my songs?
Why would I be bothered by the things you say at all?
No meetings, no phone calls
The only birds I'm catchin'
Are the ones I see flying up above me
Hope they have a very, very, very, very, very, very nice day!

Grecco Buratto, Damon Elliott