calm and unconcerned

I have no use for the rigmarole
and fatigue of these goodbyes
for the cemetery gatherings, for
the mourning tears within evening's eyes

I have no time for love anymore
the overwhelming emotion that doesn't exist
in the real life you grow up into
there's not very much that I have missed

So the music plays on and the phone rings off
and I have always been good at slipping out
I've stopped wondering now the reasons why
no one really knows what life is about.

If calm and unconcerned had a face,
it would kind of look like mine
if it had a home, it would be my eyes
do you believe me when I say I'm fine
just tired of these goodbyes.