siblings (meagre sympathy)

you think you're angry,
but i know you're sad
and you're scared that it's gonna show through.

and if you choose to hate me,
it isn't so bad,
'cause you can't hate me more than i do.

you'll never believe me, it's part of the plan -
your heart is a child with the fists of a man
and you'll fight back forgiveness while i sit and shake,
born of all the same blood, plus a tired old ache.

we're afraid of the same damn thing.

but i'm tired of the fighting,
you're tired of the peace,
so you're hunting revenge
while i'm hunting release.
so i'll say it to kill ya,
and you'll challenge my bluff -
maybe mum never loved us enough.

i think i'm stable,
but you know i'm lit
like a matchstick approaching the fuse.

but i'm well and i'm able,
i'm finally fit
to take all of your hard-earned abuse.

you'll never believe me, it's how this all goes -
one burns into nothing, the other just knows
and you'll choose every blindness while i can't look away,
dragged through all the same mud, but with sorries to say.

we're afraid of the same damn thing.

but i'm tired of the fighting,
you're tired of the peace,
so you're hunting revenge
while i'm hunting release.
so i'll say it to kill ya,
and you'll challenge my bluff -
maybe mum never loved us enough.

maybe mum never loved us enough.