Do they really think of me

I take a drink just for spite, I settle in for the night, And then I think,... I am here and all alone wondering what's going on at home. Do they really think of me? It seems that I am no longer a part of their life, not as important as what I once seemed. Before you know it your an after thought, a phone call that just can wait, a distant thought a memory of what you use to be.