My Brother Isn't Dying

Skeleton frames of buildings rotting out at the edge of town.

An old man walking away from the bus door

with his arm stretched out, acting like an old friend,

or something like that.

Trash piles getting sucked up by fire.

Sympathy getting shoved through the phone.

Saying, "I might not have known the man,

but listen man, I know what it's like to be alone."

If you say it like you mean it, you probably don't mean it.

If you act like you care, you probably don't give a fuck.

My brother isn't dying, he's just locked up in an institution.

A ride from the house, down 7-mile boulevard gets

terrible (like pictures from television magazines).

Bits from the table, eating the bits from

the table over and over again.

Trash piles getting sucked up by fire.

Sympathy getting shoved through the phone, again.

Saying, "I might not have known the man,

but listen man, I know what it's like to be alone."

Front door open of the house.

Leave the front door wide open,

and they'll bring it out.