i look at them out together
and i see she's wearing my sweater
ah, what the heck, i might as well let her
i was hardly gone
before another boy came along
not to say that that is wrong
but i wish she'd leave my sweater home

i look at them out together
i don't mind he's an okay fella
anyway, it's probably better
she isn't stuck with me
i'm so bad at the intrigue
i'm glad i'm not stuck with her
she's got a bad habit of being pure

i look at them out together
i wonder why i always upset her
i think to myself what does it matter
i wonder now what does it matter?
i wonder now what does it matter?
does it matter?