Brothers

Brothers

i was driving back from london the iranian troll had left my lips
bubbled and bruised from all the sucking on them first time we met i
knew my lips

would become a main feature three am the first major rain and wind of
the year storms like the end of the world on a european scale i could
not keep

my eyes open even with the window open the radio car slapping into
pools of rain why don't i stop and sleep because i need a coffee sleep
and to be there

when my wife gets off work if she never worked nights i would be
faithful but she gets home at six am and i have two hundred

miles and a ton of rain in bed with me and as she climbs in she notices
the chewing gum on my dick and i tell her it was during the show the
show

she doesn't ask and i smoke a marlboro red and my lips still bruised
from all that sucking and giving oral and driving clenched from london
now i

lie and lie and my lips hold the marlboro red like brothers hold
brothers