Firewood

I'm wide awake, the sky is clear, what's it like in your own sphere

I wonder if its raining there… I just got home

From that job I've always had, it's not my dream, oh how's your dad

Does he bring me up sometimes? Mine always does

I won't lie it's just tonight, I forget you most the time

Like I'm sure you do for me, we'll forget those memories

Like that time I bought firewood and I couldn't start a fire

Or that night we spun round and round in my emptied out garage

I know right, we both drifted apart, and that's fine

I don't mind