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Our fourth round was gone just as fast

Pickle-backs masking this trash

You'd been out of work since September

Yet still funded all our benders 

You'd given much more than you had

We all left you holding the bag

Kin followed the preflight with ease

Masking ourselves while you wheeze

In your arms - joined in the deep, helped to my feet

What you saw - drunk on the tile, holding a smile

If I hold on you

Then we are both screwed - dragged through my brain, empath to the pain

You could fix me  

Help is on the way 

But you're better off  

If I stay this way 

It's I, before you, before we

It's take what you give and your dreams

Unburden myself all before 

Assisting my brother next door

Though modeled this way in our tree

Unloading of vices to free

The guilt of a gentleman's club

Un-judged cause confessed out of love

So I take while you give while we drink 

I might've just used you to sink 

Kin taking the preflight to heart

Blind to your hand in the dark 

In your arms - joined in the deep, help me to my feet

What you saw - drunk on the tile, holding a smile

If I hold on you

Then we are both screwed  - dragged through my brain, empath to the pain

You can't save us both

Help is on the way 

And if its not

I'll just stay this way