Brothers - Pillow Queens

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 the 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 week

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 week

I love my brothers and my brothers love me

All lined 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 week

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 week

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

I love my brothers and my brothers love me