My brother, my drinker
Please don't be my statistic
Don't walk off and be something more sadistic
Than your fragile heart
My oldest friend
We've gone too close to the end
Towards our own oblivions, traveled too far
Got lost in our parents' cars
My guider, my west-sider
I knew they were all worse
They didn't know to be jealous
They weren't in our universe
My heart of green
Your hands smell like kerosene
And your trampoline still has holes
But we can fix it together, once you come home
My driver, my fighter
Don't repeat the distancing
Or pretend you're a different person
Than crying at 2 am, alone and 21 in
My patriot
Is there something you'd like to admit?
You don't have to play this game
No matter what, we'll love you just the same
But don't you think we're a bit too old
To pretend everything is alright?
I'm not the type to get famous
And you're not the kind to leave it at goodnight
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My brother, my drinker
Please don't be my statistic
Don't walk off and be something more sadistic
Than your fragile heart
My oldest friend
We've gone too close to the end
Towards our own oblivions, traveled too far
Got lost in our parents' cars
My guider, my west-sider
I knew they were all worse
They didn't know to be jealous
They weren't in our universe
My heart of green
Your hands smell like kerosene
And your trampoline still has holes
But we can fix it together, once you come home
My driver, my fighter
Don't repeat the distancing
Or pretend you're a different person
Than crying at 2 am, alone and 21 in
My patriot
Is there something you'd like to admit?
You don't have to play this game
No matter what, we'll love you just the same
But don't you think we're a bit too old
To pretend everything is alright?
I'm not the type to get famous
And you're not the kind to leave it at goodnight
Please don't be my statistic
Don't walk off and be something more sadistic
Than your fragile heart
My oldest friend
We've gone too close to the end
Towards our own oblivions, traveled too far
Got lost in our parents' cars
My guider, my west-sider
I knew they were all worse
They didn't know to be jealous
They weren't in our universe
My heart of green
Your hands smell like kerosene
And your trampoline still has holes
But we can fix it together, once you come home
My driver, my fighter
Don't repeat the distancing
Or pretend you're a different person
Than crying at 2 am, alone and 21 in
My patriot
Is there something you'd like to admit?
You don't have to play this game
No matter what, we'll love you just the same
But don't you think we're a bit too old
To pretend everything is alright?
I'm not the type to get famous
And you're not the kind to leave it at goodnight
Writer: Jacob Levine
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid