The times you'd open the door,   back from what is more important than your family   Too focused on the next trip to leave town,   to screw around,   leave us again      What's left to recall,   all the times of falling tears   What I felt for you,   you had your head up your ass with your career,   too busy to notice      My reason to give up on whats true,   the feelings fly past you   No collision at full throttle,   you just down another bottle      Miles apart,   from where it all would start   No phone calls to confirm,   you must think of us as a germ   You and your ignorance      My reason to give up on whats true,   the feelings fly past you   No collision at full throttle,   you just down another bottle      Enough money packaged in the letter,   through the mail you'd think it makes it better   Do you not get, that you is what we need?   All your worries are about supplying to feed,   only checking on us monthly just like a weed      My reason to give up on whats true,   the feelings fly past you   No collision at full throttle,   you just down another bottle      Once the bottle is empty,   let the karma find a way through,   let it find a way to get you,   reveal the fake spirit that lives,   yet soon to hope die