Hugo Grayling - Big Sister

We were at the house of perfect early evening light
Cut into the latitudes of rock
And we were talking with the neighbors
They were getting really loud
Talking about the crimes that other people got away with
And I knew
The car was coming up the drive
I knew
We're lucky that she's here on time

Your big sister's coming home
She takes your inspiration
She makes it her own
She takes your oldest stories
And makes them into undiscovered bones
And leaves you alone

You're embarrassed of the neighbors
You're embarrassed of yourself
Embarrassed that you hoped she'd think you're cool and put together
And you wanted to impress her
With the things inside our home
But now she's louder than the neighbors and she's
Thrown the radio into the pool
And all the things you've stacked together make a poem
And in the morning she'll be borrowing your clothes

Your big sister's going home
She's taken without asking
She's taken too long
Yet you still think you would rather be her
Still think she looks better in your clothes
In your soul

Written by:
Joshua Enos

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