Because I want it all
All of the ugly
All the fears and pride
All of the scared and sacred

Tell me about your hurt
How much it makes you cry
There’s a beauty in that that I see
But I don’t think you do

Talk to me about your downfalls
All the broken pieces
Every puzzle left unfinished
Every jagged edge of glass I want it

Tell me about your pain and I’ll tell you mine
All your troubles with family
All your quarrel with friends and lovers
I want every drop

Tell me your death and I share all of mine
What ends you
What glares back at you from the dark
I want to stare right back

How much of a failure were you?
Were you the same as I was?
Were you there for your father too?
With a mouth full of .41 Mag?

Which times made you grow older way too fast?
We’ve all got plenty honey
Let’s share stories of grief and sadness
God I want it all