siblings
Most the time we'll spend has passed
Now we're grown
And all my time's spent in the past
What has happened to this family?
Sudden hunger for a family's
Got me searching hindsight
Hoping one day that I'll find that family
Siblings do you hear me yell?
I'm growing old, my bones are frail
Tryna be the man but I admit I really miss you
Not talking nostalgia when I wish things could be simple
The younger don't know that they're blessed
NPCs, don't know that stress
Mom and dad were once the villains
Now I get they built a village
Now it's up to us to fill it
Ghost town, I can't seem to fill it
Siblings do you hear me yell?
I'm growing old, my bones are frail
Tryna be the man but I admit I really miss you
Not talking nostalgia when I wish things could be simple
Mysteries have shown themselves
Grief has gone and aged us but we're taught don't show, don't tell
Pop culture is full of shit
Don't need to be an"alpha male"
And I don't need no"read receipts"
I just hope you're doing well
Siblings do you hear me yell?
I'm growing old, my bones are frail
Tryna be the man but I admit I really miss you
Not talking nostalgia when I wish things could be simple
Now we're grown
And all my time's spent in the past
What has happened to this family?
Sudden hunger for a family's
Got me searching hindsight
Hoping one day that I'll find that family
Siblings do you hear me yell?
I'm growing old, my bones are frail
Tryna be the man but I admit I really miss you
Not talking nostalgia when I wish things could be simple
The younger don't know that they're blessed
NPCs, don't know that stress
Mom and dad were once the villains
Now I get they built a village
Now it's up to us to fill it
Ghost town, I can't seem to fill it
Siblings do you hear me yell?
I'm growing old, my bones are frail
Tryna be the man but I admit I really miss you
Not talking nostalgia when I wish things could be simple
Mysteries have shown themselves
Grief has gone and aged us but we're taught don't show, don't tell
Pop culture is full of shit
Don't need to be an"alpha male"
And I don't need no"read receipts"
I just hope you're doing well
Siblings do you hear me yell?
I'm growing old, my bones are frail
Tryna be the man but I admit I really miss you
Not talking nostalgia when I wish things could be simple
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Writer(s): Micah Mann
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