big house

Resting all the time, big bed in the center
A living room designed to make dying feel better
Told me you would try to make it out this winter
The wolverines, the lions, the big house in November

Remember when you said that if it got like this
You'd go below the freeway to score some heroin

Would it be tone deaf to cry
And make it all about me
When I can see you're hurting
You're saying words that don't make sense
I try to understand you
By watching what your eyes do

Spacing out the lines, folding up the letters
The check you left behind, even though you never met her
Cheers at old Gillette, you called me on a landline
Stuck inside a TV on the heels of such a long fight

Would it be tone deaf to cry
And make it all about me
When I can see you're hurting
You're saying words that don't make sense
I try to understand you
By watching what your eyes do
Said you could use a final trip
So she pushed you to the kitchen
And you stood up for a second