Held your hand through the shaking nights You swore you'd beat this thing alone, didn't need their light "I got this, brother" famous last words on your lips So I let you fight your war with whiskey-shaking fists Now I'm drowning in survivor's guilt On the ruins of a house we built You swore you'd do it on your own And I let you, God, I let you go Saturday came and something filled the air She stood outside your door couldn't bring herself in there Then his voice cracked through the phone like breaking glass "Marc is dead" three words I'll never get past Now I'm drowning in survivor's guilt On the ruins of a house we built You swore you'd do it on your own And I let you, God, I let you go They say it's not my fault They say you made your choice But every night I hear your voice "I got this, brother" I'm drowning in survivor's guilt Bleeding through the cracks of what we built Every promise just a ghost I can't outrun And I lost you, God, I lost you Now I carry both our shadows in the sun I let you... I let you go...
