Days and nights walking away from us

But we stood firm and tall like an oak tree

Blocking a flowing river with a spoon

Holding on to something slippery as slime

Breaking each other over and over

Chasing each other straight into the arms of alcohol

Watching each other swimming in the pool of depression

And keep quiet

Surely we know no love


One had to do it

One had to leave the other

And it had to be me