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