Weird Sorta Brother

I guess I'm a weird sorta brother
I stay away from friends and
I'm a terrible lover
They all say I'll change
Say I'll want kids one day
But I don't know, man
I just don't see it happening
I've heard it gets lonely at the top, but
I'm already there with such arcane thoughts

I read papa's will
Just before he took ill
You got it all, except
I got the car
So let's take a drive down
Some place we can lie down
We can just sit
Just shoot the shit
There's truth to lies
A darkness in the light
When the world's on it's knees
It brings you to your feet
So kid get your shoes on
Better get a move on
Find some new hope
We will not let it go



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Rosberg
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