We rose from the soil in filthy clothes, Just to give each other names we didn't want A door that you never saw before, A fading portrait losing colors constantly A stone that you carried all alone, A parasitic anchor or a termite-ridden oar. And I finally realized what it's worth, But I'm just not sure of which is worse Is this a blessing or a curse? Today we said what we had to say, So you could run for centuries And I might follow suit It's true, a garment of royal blue A flame between your fingers And an oil lamp that dimmed And tied to your ankle was a chain, Meant to absolve and not detain But i never had too much to gain. The thorn in your side, I wish it was mine And you never died. My friend, I will never apprehend A reminiscent flower And a seven hour drive We swore that there would be nothing more, But I could use an answer And I'm sure that you could too. And I finally realized what it's worth, But I'm just not sure of which is worse Is this a blessing or a curse?