[Verse 1]
Matt Bradley's got the broken teeth
He wears a jean jacket with a bullet in the sleeve
He's just another southern boy
Who dreams of nights in NYC
And I sing along, I sing along

[Chorus]
My tears don't matter much
They don't matter much
My tears don't matter much
They don't matter much

[Verse 2]
Doug Deluca's voice could break a heart
I recorded every song
I used up three whole tapes and put 'em in a box
To give away, to break a heart

[Chorus]
And my tears don't matter much
They don't matter much
And my tears don't matter much
They don't matter much

[Post-Chorus]
When the boys sing their songs
And the kids, they sing along
I'm just another southern boy
Who dreams of nights in NYC
And I sing along, I sing along
[Verse 3]
Cory Branan's got an evil streak
And a way with words that'll bring you to your knees
Oh, he can play the wildest shows
And he can sing so sweet
I still sing along

[Chorus]
My tears don't matter much
They don't matter much
My tears don't matter much
They don't matter much

[Post-Chorus]
When the boys sing their songs
And the kids, they sing along
I'm just another southern boy
Who dreams of nights in NYC
And I sing along, I still sing along

[Interlude]
My tears don't matter much
They don't matter much
My tears don't matter much
They don't matter much
[Chorus]
My tears don't matter much
They don't matter much
My tears don't matter much
They don't matter much

[Outro]
And my tears don't matter much
They don't matter much
And my tears don't matter much
They don't matter much