did we ever pay a price for our petty lives
our pretty lies and alibis
the crimes for which we feigned remorse
the time when what was mine was yours

but you’re alive and I’m alive
so what else can we say
I’m alive and you’re alive
why did it have to work that way

these things I take to the grave
with no weight on my conscience
existence in this neutral state
far above your love and hate
these things I take to the grave

you’re alive and I’m alive
so what else can we say
I’m alive and you’re alive
but one of us won’t stay that way

and when the sun sets on the skyline
I will see our words buried
under earth will lay the ashes
into nothing you return