Under Fluorescent Lights

Sixteen year old brother waits
For him to come home to their apartment
It had been days

And under fluorescent lights
And between two twin beds
Is a picture of a prostitute that they both knew
And on the shelf, a collection of matchbooks
From every place they had gone

AM radio stations fade as it nears day
Bar coasters taped to the room's mirror
He can barely see his face
His brother will live and die
Live and die the way

Sixteen year old brother sits and reads magazines
And his paint by numbers
Hang from еvery wall

And his brother lays passed out
In a constant statе of repair
So he sits and waits
And dreams of spray painting the windows black
So his brother will think it's night
And sleep near him for days

AM radio stations fade as it nears day
Bar coasters taped to the room's mirror
He can barely see his face
His brother will live and die
Live and die the way