in a model of a family,
i might have been the big brother
who failed his little sister,
so much she swore me off.

maybe it is impossible to make right by you.
the best ive found i can do is give time
and hope to god.

we are cursed people, i've found out,
but we overcome.
the mind so in tune with the thought of another, did we switch places, just to see?

nothing is over until we perish, then, we are free.
i don't pray for that day
i hope to use all this body gives to me
until it finally gives out.