He hadnt talked to his Father in a while
He was busy doing his own thing
Anything to get a cheap smile
Anything to keep him in denial
Sitting alone wandering in his thoughts
He felt a desperate loneliness and they began to talk
He said that
After tonight Im through with this
But was he saying anything
Or just moving his lips
Tomorrow morning I will be different
I know that its been far to long
And sometimes I want you back again
So he enjoyed that night
At least the best he could
It took him back to pre-pubescent years
When tomorrows Sunday school cla**
Would eat away in the back of your head
And eat away your perfect Saturday
He hoped if he didnt go to bed
That moon would never go away
Logically the sun would keep sleeping
Hypothetically tomorrow would
Never come
Maybe this one night the Earths rotation would cease
Until he rested his head
You never know. You never
Know