Brothers Girl by Tiger Darrow Lyrics
Half and a bit past eight
My brother's always running late
I'll get some water, you can sit on the couch
I would never make you wait
Bath and Body on your skin
Country apple cinnamon
Usually so good with words
But I can't explain the state I'm in
You're falling asleep in one of my old T's
I'm gazing at your freckles like they're galaxies
But I wake up alone from every fantasy
I think I dig my brother's girl
Takes me to another world
Where every word she says
Messes with my head
And lingers in my bed
I think I dig my brother's girl
Something 'bout those auburn curls
I'm hanging by a thread
Must've been misled
She's kissing him instead
Dancing in the living room
Weezer on the radio
Wish that I could fill his shoes
Cause I know the things he doesn't know
You like peach over cherry pie
That song, "Daughters," always makes you cry
We'll read a Cosmo from my secret stash
You say, "he never really bothers to ask"
You're falling asleep in one of my old T's
I'm gazing at your freckles like they're galaxies
But I wake up alone from every fantasy
I think I dig my brother's girl
Takes me to another world
Where every word she says
Messes with my head
And lingers in my bed
I think I dig my brother's girl
Something 'bout those auburn curls
I'm hanging by a thread
Must've been misled
She's kissing him instead
When you're crying on the floor about something he said
I'm wrapping you up in my bed spread
Holding you tight, wiping all your tears
He doesn't know your dreams
He doesn't know your fears
And you feel more at home
When you're right here
I think I dig my brother's girl
Takes me to another world
Where every word she says
Messes with my head
And lingers in my bed
I think I dig my brother's girl
Something 'bout those auburn curls
I'm hanging by a thread
Must've been misled
She's kissing me instead
My brother's always running late
I'll get some water, you can sit on the couch
I would never make you wait
Bath and Body on your skin
Country apple cinnamon
Usually so good with words
But I can't explain the state I'm in
You're falling asleep in one of my old T's
I'm gazing at your freckles like they're galaxies
But I wake up alone from every fantasy
I think I dig my brother's girl
Takes me to another world
Where every word she says
Messes with my head
And lingers in my bed
I think I dig my brother's girl
Something 'bout those auburn curls
I'm hanging by a thread
Must've been misled
She's kissing him instead
Dancing in the living room
Weezer on the radio
Wish that I could fill his shoes
Cause I know the things he doesn't know
You like peach over cherry pie
That song, "Daughters," always makes you cry
We'll read a Cosmo from my secret stash
You say, "he never really bothers to ask"
You're falling asleep in one of my old T's
I'm gazing at your freckles like they're galaxies
But I wake up alone from every fantasy
I think I dig my brother's girl
Takes me to another world
Where every word she says
Messes with my head
And lingers in my bed
I think I dig my brother's girl
Something 'bout those auburn curls
I'm hanging by a thread
Must've been misled
She's kissing him instead
When you're crying on the floor about something he said
I'm wrapping you up in my bed spread
Holding you tight, wiping all your tears
He doesn't know your dreams
He doesn't know your fears
And you feel more at home
When you're right here
I think I dig my brother's girl
Takes me to another world
Where every word she says
Messes with my head
And lingers in my bed
I think I dig my brother's girl
Something 'bout those auburn curls
I'm hanging by a thread
Must've been misled
She's kissing me instead