My brother has a friend
That he can’t seem to shake
He told me that he’s an old habit
One that’s hard to break
I cry sometimes at night
Thinking about old times,
When it was just you and I
Damn I envy his authority
For having favor over me
GI Joes and mask and Robbers
Seem to be a role hard to beat
Now it’s all about him
Times when I wish you here
But with him you would be
Seems to be no more you and me
Haven’t I’ve been the big sister you’ve always dreamed
I remember being there when you couldn’t sleep
Headaches came and go
But I was here to stay
Making sure to wash all the pain away
Cold rags against your forehead I would place
Awaiting the time again when we could just play
Now it’s all about your next date with him
Oh I hate him so much; he goes by the name of D-Rugs