Once, when I was more naive, I would\'ve opened my arms and embraced you
I would\'ve put sandals on your feet, and a ring on your finger, and slaughtered the fattened calf in your honor
Now, I am bitter
Upset and mean
Frail in spirit and in care
I\'m hateful, and sad, and fucked
Now my fists bludgeon your flesh, as well as mine, leaving bruises shaped like old memories, that cry for me to remember times when everything made sense, and life still seemed energetic and full of hope
in response, I only yell louder and longer, releasing the nectar of my worthlessness
Leaving your heart, as well as mine, caved in like a hammer\'s strike
We could\'ve been like prodigal sons, the two of us
Redemption and merriment so close and so sweet, like spring water
Like the feeling you get when you know someone somewhere out there in the world misses you
And loves you
And longs for you
Now we\'re just Shepards without sheep
And no one has use for those