When we started we had close to nothing,
You filled your tiny car with all your books and longings,
You sold them all so we could crawl a little faster,
Sold them all so we could eat a little longer,
There's no one coming
If we break or fall asunder
There's no one coming
if we break or fall apart
I took my trade, a lease and learned the business,
You bought back your books leaned into the diction
You used your words so we could climb up off our knees
Used your words so we could eat enough to be
I took for granted that you'd taken me for granted
You worked yourself into a hole
Into a man I didn't know
I think we lost touch some years ago
We're sitting in this room alone
