Brother carried me home Shed some light, share some lows We don't speak, It's on my chest like the weight of a common cold Small town, smaller breeze Perfect sons, perfect thieves The elder hope, while the younger will dream Come apart at the seams Pause, lock, step for the one day we'll be Comatose, comatose Give me drunk on a Saturday Give me someone I wanted to leave I slurred the speech Watched my loves come and go Still bound by no talk, small talk, please Open me up, force me to speak We just miss the beat and tune Step around words, and time, we grew Apart like brothers shouldn't do Keep quiet, honest I'll be Your scapegoat from the early days Better man, better than me Still silent, tattered and torn Half distant, door-step to door One day we'll be a little more Blood lost in line, the best nights are night that I remember when we were alive.