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 not racing time
 
 [Chorus]
 Questions I used to ask myself
 Answers I needed now
 Problems seem so unsolveable
 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
 
 [Chorus]
 Questions I used to ask myself
 Answers I needed now
 Problems seem so unsolveable
 But nothing much bothers me now
 Nothing bothers me at all
 
 [Part Two:]
 Nothing's perfect
 But today is close as it will ever ever be
 Making songs is hard when your happy
 No one wants to hear about your lovely, lovely days
 
 [Chorus 2]
 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 publi