Yeah I might be a son of a bitch but I still don't get why you just won't call me back at night I just can't sleep so in the afternoon all I want to do is nap and there my mind can wander aimlessly and always end on you until the daytime sleep takes over - let me guess - to dreams of you i guess all this time and space and quiet between us makes me feel alone your arm must be so damn tired cause you just can't find the strength to pick up the phone so i tell myself that it's alright, i understand that we've had enough between us, we can still be friends then i picture you, wandering through your day to day all the things you see, all the words you say and so, to you and me, i have a drink alone.