So sorry since we hit eighteen
I've been really coming up short
Here's hoping I can keep you please
Not another one reposing in dirt
So teary eyed I'm you and you are me
How long can we stare at this TV screen
Here we are, not ready to go to sleep
In awe of this beauty in front of me
There goes the man I want to be
I love my brothers and my brothers love me
Hold up your hands, shoulder the weak
I love my brothers and my brothers love me
There goes the man I want to be
I love my brothers and my brothers love me
Hold up your hands, shoulder the weak
I love my brothers and my brothers love me
All line up like the losing team
Holding up our bodies for sport
Heavy now but the weight depletes
Now we're saving up our pennies for more
Well hear me out, I can't do anything
Piss poor excuse for a lynch pin
Another loss, we'll call it a win
Hands up for the kings of the spin
So wide
Good grief it looks we're the last of our kind
I'm tired you're tired
You're worse I'm fine
A kiss so cold I can't stop crying
There goes the man I want to be
I love my brothers and my brothers love me
Hold up your hands, shoulder the weak
I love my brothers and my brothers love me
There goes the man I want to be
I love my brothers and my brothers love me
Hold up your hands, shoulder the weak
I love my brothers and my brothers love me
I love my brothers and my brothers love me
I love my brothers and my brothers love me
I love my brothers and my brothers love me