Yeah, the brothers

Yeah the brothers
You have turned upon bread
In toasted resentment
Don't let the butter
Go to your head

As the pressure rises
We fell deeper than dead
Drifting into proffered remains
These dreams sought you out
But you turn away instead
Always two steps ahead
Forgetful with your promises
Awfully adamant
That my oceans have their own tides
And that waves rock me in bed
To tell me that I'm loved
When it isn't often said

For I see another nothing here
But the twisted rails on which to tread
The simplicity of a sanctuary
Is just far to foreign
To follow these forest paths
Mapped out in crumbs
Bathed in little bits of bread