Elvis and you were dating. Throwback to how you used to care about where he went, who your with… losing your patience and checking locations, and rereading letters he sent. You would cry one-two-three to many times, just wasting your prime, on a guy who was more on their act. You don’t even know what you’re missing, don’t care what it is or it isn’t, don’t need his attention or his time. They say, “did you hear-?” You say, “No thanks I’m fine.” You think you could wish him the best, the truth is you couldn’t care less. How sweet it is to be so indifferent. You see his car and you don’t give a care, it doesn’t make your heart skip a beat. You were, wondering were he is tonight. But the truth is, you couldn’t care less… you felt that way cause he cheated. Your indifferent, your just living, and when his mama calls , your reminded he exist. And your wish that she didn't ‘Cause all your “give-a-damns", they've already been given.