He Came Back, But It’s Like He’s Still Gone

Well, he came from college just the other day.

His clothes smell like beer and weed (but I couldn't know that, could I?)

He talks about things I don't understand.

Mom is so proud, she made all his favorite food.

He thanks her, but it's fake. 

He doesn't care about that anymore.

Dad is smiling, his son is so educated.

My brother will have all the chances that dad never did.

Dad is giving him his old car. 

It's a beautiful pick-up truck. 

Sure, it needs work, but it runs fine. 

I think my brother shitted himself. 

Not out of happiness, he's disappointed.

Dad's old truck is not good enough for him,

Not anymore.

I remember a time when he loved that truck.

I remember a time when he loved mom's food.

Years ago, he loved our house, and our street.

He loved our town. 

He even loved me, his self-proclaimed favorite sister. 

He'd kill me for saying this, 

But he cried when he had to leave for college.

I wish he didn't go away.

My brother is a stranger to me,

And it hurts more than he could even know.