Andrew James (Acoustic)
I never knew I could dream this bad
As I watch this rip our family from everything we had
You were my idol
I looked up to you
I never wanna fuck around or
Be a screw up
But that's what you became
As I watched you die and shake
In your own damn shame
You told me this "Brother
Don't be like me
Don't follow my path"
It wasn't fuckin' good to see
Optimism is a prison of our own reality
Pessimistic perspective is a way to cope for me
The air we share between
It's gotten too damn hard breathe
The relationship's a pendulum
Depending on the way we swing
Depending on the way we swing
Remember the time we would ride our bikes
And we would bob and weeve
To dodge the glass and spikes
You had so much fun
Without the damn drug
Now you're all strung out like some ripped up rug
And I
Don't know what to call you
Andrew James was your name
But A.J., Heorin, Dope
They all sound the same
I miss my brother
And I really want him back there's
Just one thing I want him to lack
And that's
Optimism is a prison of our own reality
Pessimistic perspective is a way to cope for me
The air we share between
It's gotten too damn hard breathe
The relationship's a pendulum
Depending on the way we swing
Depending on the way we swing
You're kicked out
And god only knows where you are
You're probably
Shottin' that H
And fillin' your veins with that tar
I miss my brother
And I really want him back there's
Just one thing I want him to lack
And that's Black
As I watch this rip our family from everything we had
You were my idol
I looked up to you
I never wanna fuck around or
Be a screw up
But that's what you became
As I watched you die and shake
In your own damn shame
You told me this "Brother
Don't be like me
Don't follow my path"
It wasn't fuckin' good to see
Optimism is a prison of our own reality
Pessimistic perspective is a way to cope for me
The air we share between
It's gotten too damn hard breathe
The relationship's a pendulum
Depending on the way we swing
Depending on the way we swing
Remember the time we would ride our bikes
And we would bob and weeve
To dodge the glass and spikes
You had so much fun
Without the damn drug
Now you're all strung out like some ripped up rug
And I
Don't know what to call you
Andrew James was your name
But A.J., Heorin, Dope
They all sound the same
I miss my brother
And I really want him back there's
Just one thing I want him to lack
And that's
Optimism is a prison of our own reality
Pessimistic perspective is a way to cope for me
The air we share between
It's gotten too damn hard breathe
The relationship's a pendulum
Depending on the way we swing
Depending on the way we swing
You're kicked out
And god only knows where you are
You're probably
Shottin' that H
And fillin' your veins with that tar
I miss my brother
And I really want him back there's
Just one thing I want him to lack
And that's Black
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Balta
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