A Message + Epilogue
Lyrics:
Hey, brother
I can only hope this message reaches you in time
To say what's on my mind
How're you doin'? I hope you've faced your inner demons
And surpressed them with an iron fist, and fire in your eyes
And I hope that things are well for you
And even when they're not
I hope that better friends surround you than this dumbstruck, vacant lot
That's not a jab at you or I, you'll find I'm honest
As I've ever been awry
But that's not why I'm writing you, a brother down
Signed sincerely, Brother Out
Don't take that literally, it's just a play on words
I know I sound a bit absurd, but truth be told, all things concerned,
It's something like six-thirty in the morning,
As I'm writing this, I guess I've not yet been to sleep
Although that's easy to believe
I guess I find it kinda funny
And I find it kinda sad
Oh wait, wrong lyrics,
That was Mad World
So much can hide behind a laugh, it's not so much funny as it's sad
Down to the bottom of the page, guess getting lazy comes with age
A brother down, though not quite out, is what this letter's all about
I hope you're well, just miss the days, at six A.M. when I'm awake.
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh, oh...
I can only hope this message reaches you in time
To say what's on my mind
How're you doin'? I hope you've faced your inner demons
And surpressed them with an iron fist, and fire in your eyes
And I hope that things are well for you
And even when they're not
I hope that better friends surround you than this dumbstruck, vacant lot
That's not a jab at you or I, you'll find I'm honest
As I've ever been awry
But that's not why I'm writing you, a brother down
Signed sincerely, Brother Out
Don't take that literally, it's just a play on words
I know I sound a bit absurd, but truth be told, all things concerned,
It's something like six-thirty in the morning,
As I'm writing this, I guess I've not yet been to sleep
Although that's easy to believe
I guess I find it kinda funny
And I find it kinda sad
Oh wait, wrong lyrics,
That was Mad World
So much can hide behind a laugh, it's not so much funny as it's sad
Down to the bottom of the page, guess getting lazy comes with age
A brother down, though not quite out, is what this letter's all about
I hope you're well, just miss the days, at six A.M. when I'm awake.
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh, oh...
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This song is a message to, and is dedicated to my platonic brother, Nick Sloan.