I know time has a way of coming back to me Feeling self-aware but I'm hiding something from myself All my friends are okay but I wouldn't trust them anyway Does it really matter? Call me on your payphone on your way back home to me You told me on your way out on your way out I've been seeing things Caught me in an old lie like the whole time you were listening Call me on your payphone on your way back home to me I know time has a way of creeping up on me Feeling self control start to lose her grip on me All my friends are okay but I wouldn't trust them anyway Does it really matter? Does it really matter?