Hey brother
Wake me up
I still don’t know how to understand
Where you go when you’re gone
But I know you don’t think I gave you a chance
I wish I could have
You see these lines where there’s no going back
That’s why he rests his head on my knee at the end of the day
All the regret from the weight
Neither of you should have had to carry it alone
I wish you had both known that you weren’t alone
Stop what?
Lamenting about pasts that can’t be changed?
Or talking to the dead people again?
If they hadn’t died I would have no one to talk to
And the heat of the warmth of the get up and shut the fuck up
That was the thought of a person so old
That dead doesn’t mean stopping anymore
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