Family Living

Brothers begging me to stay sing a song I have to tune out

Stamp my feet into the clay until I'm gone away, new routes

Are enticing eyes and echoing the future into the past

Change is fast, and we become the souls that die in the slowest way

The last ditch is the only one I ever bother digging

Every new itch has passed before my brothers stop their begging

How can people all get along

When we're all too proud to sing each other's songs?

Why can't men just internalize the cost

Of living here at home among the lost?

Sisters loving me and holding me often do so with an ease

I rarely strap a boot on without thinking of one to please

Sacrificing self to someone else is not a simple task

Change is fast, and we become the souls that die in the slowest way

The last fence is the only one I ever stop to mend

Alas, the sisters that I love are those I'm so prone to offend

How can people get along

When we're all too proud to sing each other's songs?

Why can't men just recognize the price

Of turning a blind eye to sacrifice?

Parents scolding me along the way are electric to my bones

But time and time again I come back asking for a loan

For slicing my dreams up into bits I can sweep into the trash

Change is fast, and we become the souls that die in the slowest way

The first piece of me is the only thing I ever sold

And though my parents made me, we both came from the same mold