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I take my hand out of my coat
And hand you something that you don't really need
And I make it seem like I would like to care
But I'm fine, I'm fine, I don't need no tears here

'Cause it's fun to sit, and watch, and you make it stick like glue
All that I have is apathy for you
It's fun to sit and watch, sit and laugh at you
All that I have is apathy for you
Apathy for you, for you, for you, for you, for you
Ohhh-oh

The storm of things that you suggest is dire
Does not seem to stoke any of my fire
And you write your thoughts, and send them to my box
But I fold them up, and paper plane them across
And it's not that I think you're right or wrong
It's just that I don't give a shit at all

'Cause it's fun to sit, and watch, you make it stick like glue
All that I have is my apathy for you
It's fun to sit, and watch, and you make it stick like glue
All that I have is my apathy for you
Apathy for you, for you, for you, for you, for you
Ohhh-oh