We are good men

I heard you last night down in the stair well.
Screaming, pounding on the walls.
I slept with a knife in my hand and a weight on my chest.
I knew you were in trouble.

You and I we hurt the same, we just break down in different ways.

Let us be graced by the joy that anxiously awaits our arrival.

You and I, we are good men.
You are a good man.

I knocked softly and hoped you wouldn't hear me.
Then I cursed myself for being such a coward.
I knocked a little louder but still you didn't answer.
So I stepped in just enough to see your knuckles bruised and bloody.

You and I, we are good men.
You are a good man.