Wedding Bells

It's five A. M wake up and smell the disappointments
It's clear to me you've made your choice, again
Its clean cut, routine, brown paper bag
I can't blame you cause I've never walked in your shoes
Driving home from your nine to five
I hope you reminisce the front seats and sounds that made you feel alive
Is this all that I have left?
Was it the all night, silent fights with your extra baggage?
With your back straight through the door, I swear I'm doing fine
Dear brother, where have you been these days?
I swear its been years
Dear brother, I'm never coming back
My new lover, you have my back and all my heart and your best intentions on my mind