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