Selife, Skype, Of Mice & Men, and so much more.
Those are a few things to describe my sister,
We're weird crazy and funny,
Always obsessing over our favorite bands.
She's always there to pick me back up,
When I manage to fall on my face,
If I don't think I can manage,
She's the force that slaps me across the face,
Making me snap out of it.
Music is my calling,
She's known that since the beginning,
She always hears me singing,
And tells me that I will be able to get where I want to go.
She's the Alan Ashby to my Austin Carlile,
The Alex Gaskarth to my Jack Barakat,
The Kellin Quinn to my Vic Fuentes.
Other people might not get what I'm about,
But I know she'll always be there when I want to throw myself off a bridge.
When the lyrics I want to write just won't come.
No matter how many boys break my heart,
Or how many labels turn me down,
She's always going to be right by my side,
To turn that frown around,
And push me towards the finish line.
There's no one quite like my sister,
And I hope she knows,
That I wouldn't have made it this far,
Without her.
