What look would speak What darkened eyes would rightly weep What flowers breath and cursive ink Could spell this refrain and call out by name The terrible black and blue my heart became When did it start These paper walls that keep apart Our oxygen and beating hearts Perc for the pain Roof for the rain Flame for the dark or liquor for the shame Is it in our blood to clench the jaw and hide the cut To cull the dust and lift the rug To pretty the face Ribbon and lace Cover the bones hidden in our closet space And I should've seen the signs but that's on me I assumed that you were fine probably We've all regrets I know, and I guess that's mine to own I'm working on being there With more than a broken stare And desperate, silent prayer I'll drop by the neighborhood Call you with bad or good Just like a brother, brother should