Baby brother don't you know? I'm cross when you come I'm cursed when you go I won't waste my time, let the worst get in line I fruitlessly labor for show As time passes distance grows
My son is so late Mother trust I will bring you a face even on the wrong days you know I could dream to lay next to that body I've yet to make
This is what it is to be Call it joy in youth don't dare call it free He won't come, he won't crawl He won't answer at all I fruitlessly labor for show As time passes distance grows
