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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 you legs
And I'm farther from you every day
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 not 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 farther from you every day
Farther from you every day
All I think about is waiting and the people we are changing into
All right, farther from you every day
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 and I am of the sky
I don't even know what the hell that means
Farther from you every day
All I think about is waiting and all the people we are fading into
Farther from you every day
And I think about you dying years from now never having known
Who you are
This could be a big mistake
Farther from you every day
All I think about is waiting and all the people we are fading into
Farther from you every day
And I think about you dying years from now never having known
Who you are
Farther from you every day
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