When I came to town
All I saw was trash on the ground [bad word] pooping on the street
Parking tickets on my windshield
I wanted to leave but a part of me
Needed to stay and face the fear

They broke into my car
Stole everything but my guitar
The police didn't care
Nothing in this town seems to be fair
I wanted to leave but a part of me
Needed to beat the fear

I don't care if it's right or rong
I have grown to ignore
Now I just don't care anymore.

While I'm still in town
I've made some friends and I have found
Some sort of peace
Among the concrete there are trees
And now I believe
I can pick and choose in life 
What I would like to see.

I just don't care In a good way anymore!