he came by an artist as smart as the hardest
word that i now know by heart
apart from a ‘semblance to his trembling  sibling
i can’t understand how he  knows
the cold and crude lessons were solemn and precious
like me when i wanted him home
the shame of the moment can’t change how you want it
so take it all on down the road
he promised in person but its me whose been hurtin
cause i always knew how it’d go