Brothers

So sorry since we hit eighteen I've been really coming up short Here's hoping I can keep you please Not another one reposing in dirt So teary eyed I'm you and you are me How long can we stare at this TV screen Here we are, not ready to go to sleep In awe of this beauty in front of me There goes the man I want to be I love my brothers and my brothers love me Hold up your hands, shoulder the weak I love my brothers and my brothers love me All lined up like the losing team Holding up our bodies for sport Heavy now but the weight depletes Now we're saving up our pennies for more Well hear me out, I can't do anything Piss poor excuse for a lynch pin Another loss, we'll call it a win Hands up for the kings of the spin So wide Good grief it looks we're the last of our kind I'm tired you're tired You're worse I'm fine A kiss so cold I can't stop crying --- Brothers - Pillow Queens