Bellows Like The Saint
Living by the river and the mountains tall
Living like the saint in the paint on your wall
Feels so good
I am not your brother i am not your mom
I am not your dad or your unborn son
I am your friend
Do you ever think about the nights when i copied your expressions til we both fell quiet?
Its cause I was drunk
And I'm sorry
Living by the river where the trees are high
Floating like a saint like the paint above your eyes
But you don't wear that anymore
I am not your brother i am not your mom
I am not your dad or your unborn son
I am your friend
Do you ever think about the afternoons we pasted them and placed them between the moon and the sky
Cause that's like being high
Though I don't know
Living by the river where the kids looks cool
Flying like a saint through the trees
I looked only once but I still felt the wiser
You are not my brother you are not my mom
You are not my dad
Or my son
You are my friend
Do you ever think about the nights when I came into your body from a place so high
And your arms would shake
I'm living in your bedroom living inside
Living like a saint in the rain
Catching death
I reflected your expression but i didn't express the west coast attitude my mother confessed after years of lying kindly