My Brother

My brother, my drinker Please don't be my statistic Don't walk off and be something more sadistic Than your fragile heart My oldest friend We've gone too close to the end Towards our own oblivions, traveled too far Got lost in our parents’ cars My guider, my west-sider I knew they were all worse They didn't know to be jealous They weren't in our universe My heart of green Your hands smell like kerosene And your trampoline still has holes But we can fix it together, once you come home My driver, my fighter Don't repeat the distancing Or pretend you're a different person Than crying at 2 am, alone and 21 in My patriot Is there something you’d like to admit? You don't have to play this game No matter what, we'll love you just the same But don't you think we're a bit too old To pretend everything is alright? I'm not the type to get famous And you're not the kind to leave it at goodnight