I’d give you every coin I have in my pocket
Ask you to throw away those packs of cigarettes
And flush those butts down the toilet

I’d give you all the coins and ask you to buy candies instead
like we used to
When we wore matched shirts
smears of ice cream on our chins
skimmed milk lining the corners of our mouths
We’ve fought our wars, you and I
Pillow battles and word fights
And maybe you don’t remember but I
was the one who’d tuck you in at night
Sneaking a sip from your baby formula

Now maybe we’re too old for that
Maybe I’ll let you have all the coins in my pocket
Maybe I’ll let you buy your cigarettes
And you’d let me have a sip of your beer instead


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