I Love to Write

Brother.

Brother. Do you remember the games
In the street?
The stories you read
as we were getting to sleep

Do you remember
Steve Young, Stockton, Malone
You remember that night
you drove me home
I was drinking and you were thinking
What kind of brother can I be

( You know I hate when you sound like father to me)

You were always the best brother
I wish I could show you
That which you choose not to see
You are the best brother
a brother I wish I could be

(Here it is. can you see?)

Remember the fights?
I must say you were mostly right
I remember the tunes
I can still hear you from my room

(Even now, though we live a city apart)

Do you remember when
And do you remember when
We were still friends
I want to get high again

I am sorry I said you were a bad man
I was in a bar and some man
Thought he knew who you were

I never meant what I said

( " Your Matt's little brother? I know Matt he's a good man." 'You don't know who he is')

Remember when I told you
I wish I was dead
and then you said
what you said
And I've hated you ever since

But what you said
Isn't what I thought you meant
Come on man let's have a drink
Let's be friends

( I'm sorry Brother)