Pay Each Other Back

your mum gave you some money for the rent
(i'm not saying it's a bad thing)
i know with parents it's always different
(and it's always a weird thing)
but i woulnd't want to keep it from you
either way you know i want to
talk it out on text about it
choose to act or choose to find
i know which one i prefer
i'm not ready to learn

next to the school was the prison
next to the prison was your house
the school field where we took your kitten
the vets where she was put down
you and me grew up the same
our parents gave us both free reign
to float whichever way we wanted
that was such a dumb thing to do
no weight of expectation
is pushing me on you

i hear those distant bells returning

final (...?)
one of us is always sad the other always feels alright
but not alright enough to make the sad one feel okay
we are sick and tired of taking turns with nothing left to say
we are waiting for the day

to pay each other back
not after death, but just before that