Right Hand

If I could be
If I could be
Somewhere on your mind
I would take it

I’ll make believe
That I must mean
Something to you
That you must miss me

And in the evenings
[?] I'm losing control
Because tomorrow
I know you’ll disappear

I wonder if my brother’s
Wasting away
Knowing that he is leaving

It cannot be
I flew to see
My father
And he held my right hand

It’s make believe
He smiled and said to me
That I am short
Just like his parents

But family is who I choose
For [?]
Well, that’s what I have to say
Well, that’s what I’ll have to say
When everyone seems so fucked up