Brother

Oh brother We can’t see eye to eye Divided by discourse, of course There’s more to this, than right and wrong Oh father What came of your advice? I can’t even disguise my sense of loss at what I’ve found you believe. Please don’t leave I’m on your team Please don’t leave our family tree to die on this hill And still come home Oh mother I’m scared That’s the matter I wish I could be louder than the coloured lights and pixels that have driven you away from being who I knew Don’t see eye to eye, boy I’d rather die Don’t talk about things that you don’t know Don’t talk about things you don’t understand Is this out of hand?