Been talkin’ ‘bout the way things change
And my family lives in a different state
If you don’t know what to make of this
then we will not relate
Every Sunday, my little brother calls to tell me about his soccer game.
His simple brilliance has been recorded and rearranged.
I was culpable for the second goal
I sliced my clearance into their striker.
It fell nicely. He couldn’t miss.
They scored. It was my fault.
Also, can you hear Ti?
He got his teeth cleaned, so he’s whining.
I’m trying to pet him to sleep.