Youngest Sibling - death of a bro
Disembodied host
Are you really there?
If I reach out and touch you
Will you disappear?
Disembodied host
Can you hear my voice
Blink once for yes and twice for no
Staring into space
Can you see through that black eye
Your black eye
Your black eye
Give me something, give me a sign
Any sign
Any sign
Let's go to the party
Let's get kicked out of the car
Let's snort things off dinner plates
To Bennie And The Jets
But I'm not paranoid unless you're paranoid
In which case let's just become cushions on the couch
I keep looking up as if to speak
About our so-called Hippie Phase
And you said
Can you see through that black eye
Your black eye
Your black eye
Give me something, give me a sign
Any sign
Any sign
I wasn't home before dusk
I wasn't with who I said I was
We didn't turn out right
We didn't want to turn out right
I was a Catholic surprise
Oh what a lucky thing to be alive
We all love and we don't wanna have to see your funeral
We all love and we don't wanna have to see your funeral
We all love and we don't wanna have to see your funeral
We all love and we don't wanna have to see your funeral
We all love and we don't wanna have to see your funeral
We all love and we don't wanna have to see your funeral
We all love and we don't wanna have to see your funeral
We all love and we don't wanna have to see your funeral
We all love and we don't wanna have to see your funeral
We all love and we don't wanna have to see your funeral
It's been 10 years since we've had anything close to friendship
I see you just for summers
When we start spending summer apart I see you maybe once a year
Each time more awkward than the last
Each time it gets a bit louder
This creeping idea that I don't know you anymore
Written by:
Alexander Rogers
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