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Written by: Stephan Jenkins
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 were you still lonely?
Though I'm not the type who begs
I'm thinking how you'd open up
your legs
And I'm farther from you every day
Alright, yeah, farther from you
every day
Farther, alright
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
Yeah, oh yeah, farther from you
every day
Alright, farther from you every
day
There was a sound but I don't know
how it goes, yeah
There was something we went through,
blew in from the coast, yeah
You are of the earth, 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
the people we are fading into
And I think about the dying years
now never having known
Who you are
Farther from you every day.