Shoulder To Shoulder

Ambition leaking from a broken bottle that I threw away.

Disease spilled our dreams upon the floor.

Jazz muted in the back of my mind.

I can no longer hear your advice but can still take it.

I’m going to make it. I promise I’ll try.

The day you forgot me, you thought you lost me, but I’m still here, and only I know.

You don’t remember

The things that we went through now seem like nothing compared to what happens when we write the next word.

Shoulder to shoulder, we’re walking, you're leaning, don’t worry, I got you.

You had me,

you kept me,

you left me,

you got me again.

I won’t lose you; I did it already, and okay, you convinced me, I’ll do it again.

Shoulder to shoulder, we’re walking, we’re talking, I can’t hear the meaning, goddammit still leaning, I’m worried you’ll fall.

If you’re going down, then I’m coming with you.

I don’t want to, but man, I got you.

I’d do it again.

I’m sitting on couches that charge by the hour, I’m crying, and inside, I’m dying like you.

This shit is expensive, and you left me with nothing but memories to lose.

The way that you made me when I was a baby, I remember it all, and I’ve blocked it all out.

The woman you married, the child she carried, that’s still who I am, although sometimes I doubt.

She can’t hear me talking, or maybe she won’t. She’s watching us walking, and crying and dying. She closes her eyes.

It’s all contradiction, and every word that I write is the truth. At the same time, it's lies.

We’re shoulder to shoulder, both so much older. We’re walking, I’m talking, and you don’t even know.

If you tell me, I’ll listen.

I wish I could hear you,

but it’s time to go.

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