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