Mostly all the time will go to you
Coming up for air for all the people who
Recognize a sadness in a stranger with less to lose
We get comfortable with our detachments to our oldest friends
and you’ve got me here while I’m left alone
I’m not the only think you ever left
If I were to spoil a victory
or accept all of your trusting praise in spite of me
would you recognize the failure in my voice before I leave
And we sit on a crowded ship
Its not the ending that’s the tragic part
If you’d get off my shoulders and sit beside me we would both be fine