When pride or alcohol
turn out to be my fall,
come over when I call you.
You help me from my shoes
and tell me we can't lose.
I hear you.
I'm filling in my shirt.
My big ideas aren't working.
One word's enough to hurt me.
You put me to my feet
and make some sense of me.
I hear you.
But I watch the road.
Turn up my coat.
How would you know?
My ego's bruised, my belly aches.
My will gets weak, my body breaks.
You give to me – you never take.
You help me from my debt.
What's mine is yours, you said.
So darling, here's to you
for the shit I put you through.
I'm telling you now to prove it.
But soon as I've begun
the words tie up my tongue.
You save me.
You made me.
I watch the road.
Turn up my coat.
‘Cause now you know.

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