I planted a wooden cross on the roadside where you brother died in 2009.
I can't bring him back, as much as I'd die to see your eyes light like that.
I'll tell you what I can do:
I can forgive you and relive the past without any sort of rough patch. Or anything between me and you. Anything between me and you.
Anything between me and you.
I'll tell you what I can do:
I can bathe his soul in roses. I can bathe his spirit in marigolds. I'll make a chain of daisies for his brow to hold.
I can grow old.
I can grow old.
Yes, for you I'll grow old.
But here is what you must do:
You can stop feeling like she felt. You can stop smelling like she smelled. You can stop offering me things just to take them back.
You can take issue with my lack of tact, but scar tissue grows around knives in backs.
Your eyes throw bullets but don't care for facts. I am the book of Acts. I am under the influence of birds and fire. I am an earthquake that shakes foundations and barbed wire. Your prison bars and alarms can do no harm.
Put your guard down with me.
When you open your mouth I hear someone else speak.
Put your guard down with me.
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