August 10, 2002

Oh brother...

how about we sit here for a while and get found together,
like we did when you were small enough to stand in my shadow.
why don’t you sing that song you always sang,
the one that went so well with sunny days playing in the shade.

why don’t you walk next to me with your hand in my pocket,
like you always did when you wanted to be a ‘big’ like me.
how about we build a ship on my bed and sail as far as we can see,
to some where were i could be king, and you could be the kings little brother.

i can’t stand how loud you yell my name when i’m with my friends,
except that your only 3, and i know i’m the biggest thing in your tiny little world.
sometimes i get tired of you, but after all the things i say to you
i still think your much cooler then the dog.

sometimes i wish you knew that i’m not the greatest thing in this world
i’ve just been in this family so long by myself i’m willing to play with anyone.
i still keep my eye out for you even though i tell you to got away,
cause nobody picks on my brother, and i’m never going to leave you alone.

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