Brother

Writing to see
If you’ve forgotten me in hell
Turning to me
With your fist underneath your chin
That was the last time we spoke
And I handled it
But I'm not pretending
I wouldn’t give everything up

Wanted to know if your daughter
Had a good birthday
But if what you’re craving’s a slaughter
You can have your way

Call uncle pete
He’s alone with the TV still
You’re telling me
That you forgotten him as well
Always begins as a joke
Then I start to yell
But I'm not pretending
I wouldn’t give everything up

To be alone with you brother
Talking in our way
I know the feeling is love
But why’s it hard to say

Here when you’re gone
Only song I don’t like
You said to me
It’s the dawn of your life
I just wanted to write

Writing to see
If you forgotten me in hell