Twin Cities

April 25th, 2007
After months of battle I was losing the war
I was stuck in the north
Where it smelled like piss from behind concrete doors
You were sleeping in south
Kid, you're batting in the big leagues now
It's entirely fucked
How are we here when we're both so young

We talked about cope,
The brick, the pills, and the rope
You gave me a little hope
That somebody else had known what I know

In the quiet of night
The standing water begins to rise
Expand your lungs and breathe slow
Nobody does it alone

Picked up perspective and went on my way
Put in the work and hoped for change
Wish i was sober when I'd talk to my friends
But I'd still drop you a line every now and then
You said you were doing fine
Mostly sober trying to stay out of sight
Finally had your faith restored
You saw God's beauty and what it all was for

I don't want to be average
This life I never imagined
It's hard to be honest
Even when I try

In the quiet of night
The standing water begins to rise
Expand your lungs and breathe slow
Nobody does it alone

Two more trips 'round the sun
To undo the work that was done
I'm older now than you'll ever be
Your circumstance is a mystery

I wish the work that went in
Wish it would have worked out
Wish you hadn't thrown that brick
And instead built a house

In the quiet of night
The standing water will rise
I don't know where you are, but I hope that you know
No one does it alone
No one does it alone