[Verse 1]
How hearts face
You turn like a phrase and I fell beside you
It's a shame to let a little skin get in the way
And faint praise, the home of the vain
But babe, dreams don't become you
And God, how I wish that I could've seen your face

[Chorus]
Write another one about your mother
From the vantage of a jealous younger brother
Obliged to write the songs that no one listens to
Well, could you blame them?
Oh, oh, could you blame them?

[Verse 2]
And there's you
In twenty-ought-two before this befell you
Still listlessly unaware just where you're headed to
And me, still ten-stone and three
Though worn out, less lovely
Having plainly faced the strain of my iniquity

[Chorus]
Just write another sad one for your mother
On this incestuous obsession with your sister
You long to write the songs someone would listen to
But can you blame them?
Well, can you blame them? No, no, no
[Bridge]
Not quite what we used to be
Forestall this lifelong dream to will yourself to menarche
Your once elegant lines now so sadly supine
And hot from the heat of a freshly empty bus seat

[Outro]
There are no promises in life
And I've never meant to live mine so undignified
But I swear that I won't hesitate next time
No, not next time, well, you're too kind