I'm sitting in the space of my eldest brother Sorting water dameaged hockey cards While I softly sing another Song we grew up on That nobody seems to like anymore Not even the cards
This is what life is like It seems less fair than it is But I'm grateful for The leftovers in my fridge
I'm the last one to come And the last one to go I'll be the last one To say "I love you" In a chapel And I wouldn't have it faster
As long I'm dry And as long I'm fed As long as I'm breathing I am at my best I am at my best
I got in entranced by a girl I should have known better The very same soul of whom I'd said "never" And she is loved by my hearts brother I'm going to a place we traveled together But he's not with me No, he isn't with me
We all have dreams
Some larger than others Some oversized for my size 10 feet These water damaged hockey cards Are my only company