Running From the Chase

First born and the only one to date

The only thing they made work

I'm told you can see them in my face

In my blood, there's a quilt of our lives

The false son puts a lot upon her plate

Agonizing her worth

Of course it was always gonna break

Dig through shards, so much left to divine

Every change splits me through and I can't control how wide

All this stress enervates, I don't know how long that I

Can contend with the chase, but with nothing else in mind

I push on with little celebration, blessed with such a curse to fight it

A strong love, never questioned if they gave

But expressions seemed to diverge

And I'm sure I am echoing the same

Quick to glean unintended advice

Every change splits me through and I can't control how wide

All this stress enervates, I don't know how long that I

Can contend with the chase, but with nothing else in mind

I push on with little celebration, blessed with such a curse to fight it

I am scared we will end up like his friend

Work until he's dead

Work until we're dead

Is there any other plan?

Fell down off the ladder as he clutched his chest

It's one story, one need

Still carried, shooting right through me

I hope I shape it into something sweet

To nourish one right in front of me