I slip on the ice in the winter
I give you advice and you answer
I may be hurt but you're not my mother
All that I want is another dollar

If I am the last one standing
It won't be my happy ending
Left to myself with a chip on my shoulder
You may be wrong, but you're still my brother

And though I wished you well
It was not my tale to tell
Waiting on the morning as it fell
And though it's not my own
I was always close to home
Following your footsteps in the snow

I sit with the worst indecision
I handle my words with precision
I am aware but I can't uphold it
I could allow but I can't afford it

It seems that my heart should be breaking
But I can't spare the time that it's taking
I am awarе of the cold with which I hold it
I can go on but I'm not proud of it

Asleep beside your bеd
I was only playing dead
Hanging on to every word you said
An ordinary life, with the one you left behind
Grasping at the last straw you could find