Nothing much matters to me 

so I don't see why I should 

hold so tightly 

to a memory 

that I can't speak of 

I think about it nightly 

how you opened up 

your life for me 

Why are you still lonely? 

Though I'm not the type who begs 

I'm thinking how you'd open up your legs 

But I'm farther from you every day 

And a woman talking to herself 

gathers up the shit she couldn't sell 

Chances don't bode well 

tomorrow and 

Talking to myself pass by, 

I miss you 

but know the face you make 

Like when you found me out 

for the fake 

I am 

So easily 

you see through me 

What do you do to me 

to make me treat you so bad? 

I keep hoping 

that you'll speak to me 

But I'm father from you every day 

All I think about is waiting 

and the people 

we are changing into 

There was a sound 

but I don't know how it goes 

There was something 

we went through, 

blew in from the coast 

You said, 

you are of the earth, 

I am of the sky 

I don't even know what the hell that means 

Father from you 

every day 

All I think about is waiting 

and all the people 

we are fading into 

And I think about you 

dying years from now 

never having known 

Who you are 

Farther from you 

everyday