uncle broseph

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Just like we used to run around in circles
Waiting for the greys
To come and take us away
We used to drink until our livers asked for help

And we will never be the same
So why is it so hard to swallow bitter truths
They stole three years from me
I stole eighteen from you

All of my friends went on to live their lives in full
And you're looking down on me
Because I didn't do the same
And you can't stand the thought
That it might be your own fault
That your firstborn
Isn't what you expected, but I'm my own thing

'Cause I don't belong
No I don't belong
No I don't belong in here
'Cause I don't belong
No I don't belong
No I don't belong in here

But for the first time I want to
Come back home today
I want to
Come back home today
I want to
Come back home today