Beat (Part Two)

You promised to be in by eleven
Oh, I swore that I'd finish school
We cut our hands, blood brother sister at age seven
You'd never leave us for another, we'd never break our golden rule

Your fists were as fast as mine
And I never came first, baby
We were passion outright
You never saw me at my worst

Oh, just one tap of my finger
Just a thought or a taste of the batch
They could have stopped the stopping of your heart
Hell, there's always some kind of catch

You said I'd never have to work
You'd take care of any situation
But now you've left me in the lurch
I can't recover from this third station

Where's the happy ever after
What's reward for lifetime labor
In the absence of a lover
Turns a man into a hater

Just one little tap of my finger
Just a thought or a taste of the batch
Could have stopped the stopping of your heart
Hell, there's always some kind of catch

You died an olden seventeen
Seems no one was much surprised
Poor and trailer trash it seems
We were abandoned and despised

It's thirty years since you died
That scar's still on my hand
Please know, baby, I really tried
It's just so hard to stand alone, baby

It's just so hard to stand
Oh, little tap of my finger
Just a thought or a taste of the batch
Might have stopped your heart from stopping

There's always some catch
Hey, there's always some kind of catch