In the End
My mind is drunk, but my hands seem sober
Convinced that they can pour one more that we
won’t spill
And our lips won’t slur
I saw the disease
Before my brother did
Recognized the messy handwriting, and the
argumentative tone
Closing its grip around our throats
I took the easy way out
Deciding to end the suffering before it got the
best of me
He decided to rescue us all
Before it bested him
But in the end, they both did
My mind is drunk, but my hands seem sober
Convinced that they can pour one more that we
won’t spill
And our lips won’t slur
I saw the disease
Before my brother did
Recognized the messy handwriting, and the
argumentative tone
Closing its grip around our throats
I took the easy way out
Deciding to end the suffering before it got the
best of me
He decided to rescue us all
Before it bested him
But in the end, they both did
