You Don't Get to Go

You don't recognize yourself, or the bottles on the bathroom shelf
You search for words, and curse the hand you got dealt
It was a poetic attempt, I wouldn't call it a try
When you went down to the pond, no note, to slip cold through thin ice

And you don't get to go out your own way
You don't get to choose what you spare me

Between you and the kids, I've been lifting, or cleaning
Feeding and bending for over twenty years now
We might be standing here looking at the end of our world
But there's beauty in knowing the closure you owe to your girls

And you don't get to go out your own way
You don't get to choose what you spare me

So, let go of how it gets worse, remember I signed up for the work
We'll find drops of goodness, so many to make it worth it
Holding on to each other in the quiet light
Bird watching, sky watching, sunsets, and moon rise

And you don't get to go out your own way
You don't get to choose what you spare me

I know you're afraid
Of becoming your own ghost
You're afraid, I know, but you don't get to go
You're afraid, I know, but you don't get to go