His 16 year old brother waits for him To come home to their apartment It's been days Under florescent lights and between two beds Is a dresser and on it a picture of a Prostitute that they both knew And on a shelf a collection of match books From every place they had gone The A.M. radio stations fade As it nears day and bar coasters are Taped to the room's mirror so he barely see his face His brother will live and die that way His sixteen year old brother sits And reads magazines and his paint By numbers hang from every wall And his brother lays pa**ed out In a constant state of repair And he sits and watches and dreams Of spray painting the windows black So his brother will think it is night And will sleep with him for days