The Great Divide

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I can't recall the last time that we talked

About anything but looking out for cops

We got cigarette burns in the same side of our hands We ain't friends, we're just morons Who broke skin in the same spot

But I've never seen you take a turn that wide And I'm high enough to still care if I died

So I tried to read the thoughts that you'd worked overtime to stop You said, "Fuck off," and I said nothing for a while

You know I think about you all the time

And my deep misunderstanding of your life

And how bad it must have been for you back then

And how hard it was to keep it all inside

I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich

I hope you're scared of all the ordinary shit

Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin

And not your soul and what he might do with it

You inched yourself across the great divide

While we drove aimlessly along the twin state line

I heard nothing but the bass in every ballad that you'd play While you swore to God there's singer in your mind

The world is scared of hesitating things

Yeah, they only shoot the birds who cannot sing

And so I'm finally aware of how shitty and unfair It was to stare ahead like everything was fine

You know I think about you all the time

And my deep misunderstanding of your life And how bad it must have been for you back then

And how hard it was to keep it all inside

I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich

I hope you're scared of all the ordinary shit

Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin

And not your soul and what he might do with it, oh no

Friends, it's no surprise

That you wish that I could know you'd fade

To some place

I wasn't brave enough to go

I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich

I hope you're scared of all the ordinary shit

Like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin

And not your soul and what he might do with it, oh no

I hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass

I hope you're with someone who isn't scared to ask

I hope that you're not losing sleep 'bout what's next Or about your soul and what he might do with it