Wedding Bells - Gatherers

It’s five A.

M wake up and smell the disappointments.

It’s clear to me you’ve made your choice, again.

Its clean cut, routine, brown paper bag.

I can’t blame you cause I’ve never walked in your shoes.

Driving home from your nine to five, I hope you reminisce the front seats and

sounds that made you feel alive.

Is this all that I have left?

Was it the all night, silent fights with your extra baggage?

With your back straight through the door, I swear I’m doing fine.

Dear brother, where have you been these days?

I swear its been years.

Dear brother, I’m never coming back.

My new lover, you have my back and all my heart and your best intentions on my

mind.