It's five A.M wake up and smell the disappointments. It's clear to me you've made your choice, again. Its clean cut, routine, brown paper bag. I can't blame you cause I've never walked in your shoes. Driving home from your nine to five, I hope you reminisce the front seats and sounds that made you feel alive. Is this all that I have left? Was it the all night, silent fights with your extra baggage? With your back straight through the door, I swear I'm doing fine. Dear brother, where have you been these days? I swear its been years. Dear brother, I'm never coming back. My new lover, you have my back and all my heart and your best intentions on my mind