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My itinerary has changed from New Orleans to Hickory, NC. So here I am in Hickory, NC, the furniture-making capitol of the world. Where's my couch?
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Failure to communicate is the key to a disaster...
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I am full of ideas on how to break this down and break us down. It's simple process of denial, lies and hate. Hate being the wild-card. I can deny we exist while looking at my self dead in the mirror. And while I do that I'll lie to you and tell you that you're alive and well in me dreams, that's not true. Just like "Animal Rights" is the worst rock album ever made we can pretend that we're happy and all is good in the world. But back to the task at hand...me, taking you out with one punch. I've seen it done before and I think I have the upper-body strength to do it. Let me try. Give me one shot and if I fail you can walk away. I've been practicing this move, so let me try, just once. After all the years I've loved and respected you I expect you to let me do this one thing. We go back a long ways...
The air is warm and the hill was always steep that we run up and down so many times that Summer. 3 years between us forever is the separation. Sometimes nice, sometimes mean, but always brothers. I can't remember what I did to make you mad. What do younger brothers do anyway? You turned beet red and I took off running up the hill forgetting all about the birds chirping and breeze blowing in my ears in order to focus all my attention on my moving my legs as fast as I could. You took the stethoscope from me in order to swing it around and hit my face, just by my left eye. I don't know how you did it with the distance between us and I was facing away from you, but you got me good.
.Failure to communicate is the key to a disaster...
..I am full of ideas on how to break this down and break us down. It's simple process of denial, lies and hate. Hate being the wild-card. I can deny we exist while looking at my self dead in the mirror. And while I do that I'll lie to you and tell you that you're alive and well in me dreams, that's not true. Just like "Animal Rights" is the worst rock album ever made we can pretend that we're happy and all is good in the world. But back to the task at hand...me, taking you out with one punch. I've seen it done before and I think I have the upper-body strength to do it. Let me try. Give me one shot and if I fail you can walk away. I've been practicing this move, so let me try, just once. After all the years I've loved and respected you I expect you to let me do this one thing. We go back a long ways...
The air is warm and the hill was always steep that we run up and down so many times that Summer. 3 years between us forever is the separation. Sometimes nice, sometimes mean, but always brothers. I can't remember what I did to make you mad. What do younger brothers do anyway? You turned beet red and I took off running up the hill forgetting all about the birds chirping and breeze blowing in my ears in order to focus all my attention on my moving my legs as fast as I could. You took the stethoscope from me in order to swing it around and hit my face, just by my left eye. I don't know how you did it with the distance between us and I was facing away from you, but you got me good.
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