The story
She carries the load while he stays stuck in boyhood.
She folds the bills, packs the lunch, and watches him shrug off every job with a grin that never quite grows up. In the kitchen and the driveway, she counts the ways he leans on her like a habit, until the ring on her hand feels less like promise than a weight. The hardest part is how familiar his excuses sound.
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Lyrics
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