CRUTCH
BRIAN HELMIN
You gave me your breath when I said I was dead
and could not stand on my own.
Afraid to look inside, you tried to give me strength.
You followed me into my darkest places.
A crutch at my side,
your sacrifices in vain.
But you’ll never mean a thing to me.
That’s why I couldn’t let you in.
Cuz it wouldn’t mean a thing to me.
Should’ve just killed us then.
Throwing stones at your house of glass.
The last things that were said, lay broken in wounded tones.
Ringing memories.
That voice, pounding like a hammer, echoes inside my metal head.
But you’ll never mean a thing to me.
That’s why I couldn’t let you in.
Cuz it wouldn’t mean a thing to me.
Should’ve just killed us then.
A crutch at my side,
your sacrifice is in vain.
Vain.
But you’ll never mean a thing to me.
That’s why I couldn’t let you in.
Cuz’ it wouldn’t mean a thing to me.
Should’ve just killed us then.
Should’ve...
Just killed us...
Then.
