I’d shake your hand hello but
Hug you tightly goodbye,
I’d go to war for you but I wouldn’t let you see me cry,
I’d call you a fool, mockery, but never acknowledge that the twinkle in your eye on a pint laden afternoon in a hazy July
Felt like winning the lottery
I’d introduce you as my brother, my kin,
But I wouldn’t share my sorrow,
I’d rather wax lyrical about the sin bin,
I’d never tell you I miss you, or brandish my scars - but I’ll always think of you when I look up at the stars
I remember years ago, you told me that even if worlds apart
We can both pivot to the same sky, both to the same dark
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
I’d shake your hand hello but
Hug you tightly goodbye,
I’d go to war for you but I wouldn’t let you see me cry,
I’d call you a fool, mockery, but never acknowledge that the twinkle in your eye on a pint laden afternoon in a hazy July
Felt like winning the lottery
I’d introduce you as my brother, my kin,
But I wouldn’t share my sorrow,
I’d rather wax lyrical about the sin bin,
I’d never tell you I miss you, or brandish my scars - but I’ll always think of you when I look up at the stars
I remember years ago, you told me that even if worlds apart
We can both pivot to the same sky, both to the same dark