when i take a look back
i remember a lot
though i can never recall
all the reasons we fought
we would just yell
run round and round
especially on our trips
that led us far from this town
and i still can't believe
you went out on your own
we hardly talk
even when you're on the phone
i ask how its going
you say its the same
even when i come visit
you make me feel sorry i came
but i'm sorry for leaving you
i feel like i failed
and i'm building a sign
that reads "brother for sale"
because i know you could use one
someone who knows
when to step in
and when to let things go
i wish i were older
i'd be a little bit better
we could make a stand
if we just stand together
but we were never close
we always did our own thing
we never resembled
a confident team
and now little by little
i'm losing my words
and the more i write
the more my eyes blur
i'm sorry sister
the check's in the mail
while i'm up on a shelf
that reads "brother for sale"

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