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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