BEN BOSTICK
MY SISTER & ME
Summer sweat in the sweet summer heat
Running round till blisters on our feet
In the yard kicking a soccer ball
Watching TV, doing nothing at all
Growing up, my sister and me
Counting the days until we would be free
I guess that qualifies as family
Nobody knows except my sister and me
She was sixteen years old and ready to blow
You’d never know when she would come or go
She’d take me to parties, slip me a beer
Leave me alone and disappear
Growing up, my sister and me
Making believe that we could be free
I guess that qualifies as family
Nobody knows except my sister and me
Ooh why’d you leave me
After the bomb and Mama’s all gone
On holidays I get a call on the phone
We talk like strangers in line at the bank
Just be polite and get on with your day
Growing up, my sister and me
Making believe that we could be free
I guess that qualifies as family
Nobody knows except my sister and me
Lalala..my sister and me
Lord have mercy on my sister and me