Like the Saint

Living by the river and the mountains tall
 Living like the saint in the paint on your wall
 Feels so good
 I am not your brother, I am not your mom
 I am not your dad or your unborn son
 I am your friend
 Do you ever think about the nights when I
 Copied your expressions 'til we both fell quiet?
 It's cause I was drunk, and I'm sorry
 Living by the river where the trees are high
 Floating like a saint like the paint above your eyes
 But you don't wear that anymore
 I am not your brother, I am not your mom
 I am not your dad or your unborn son
 I am your friend
 Do you ever think about the afternoons
 We pasted them and placed them between the moon and the sky
 Cause that's like being high
 Though I don't know
 Living by the river where the kids looks cool
 Flying like a saint through the trees
 I looked, only once, but I still felt the wiser
 You are not my brother, you are not my mom
 You are not my dad, or my son
 You are my friend
 Do you ever think about the nights when I
 Came into your body from a place so high
 That your arms would shake
 Living in your bedroom, living inside
 Living like a saint in the rain, catching death
 I reflected your expression but I didn't express
 The west coast attitude my mother confessed
 After years of lying kindly