Trust Fund Pay Each Other Back
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 wouldn't want to keep it from you
Either way you know I want to
Talk it out or text about it
Choose to act, or choose to defer
I know which one I'd prefer
We're not ready to learn
Next to the school is 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 fail whichever way we wanted
That was such a dumb thing to do
No weight of expectation crushing me or you
I hear lost decibels returning
I hear lost decibels returning
And in the final count
We always thought we'd balance out
Now 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
We'll pay each other back
Not after death
But just before that