Your mum gave you some money for the rent (I'm not saying it's a bad thing) I know with parents it's always different (And it's always a weird thing) But i woulnd't want to keep it from you Either way you know i want to Talk it out on text about it Choose to act or choose to find I know which one i prefer I'm not ready to learn Next to the school was the prison Next to the prison was your house The school field where we took your kitten The vets where she was put down You and me grew up the same Our parents gave us both free reign To float whichever way we wanted That was such a dumb thing to do No weight of expectation Is pushing me on you I hear those distant bells returning Final (...?) One of us is always sad the other always feels alright But not alright enough to make the sad one feel okay We are sick and tired of taking turns with nothing left to say We are waiting for the day To pay each other back Not after death, but just before that