Brother (triple j Like A Version)

Callin' out your lover

Been callin' out his name

He's been hidin', he's been hidin'

There's only him to blame

Been callin' out your lover

Couldn't tell it to your face

He's been lyin', he's been lyin'

Too fucked up by the pain

Once upon a time

You met him on a summer's night

Stomach full of butterflies

Dressed in your best jeans

By the end of the next week

You would'a hit it up a hundred times

Sex in them bed sheets

Now you're singin' lullabies

And you're blessed with a little girl

And in your eyes, she's beautiful

True to form, she rules your world

Don't ever say it wasn't worth it

But you've been seein' him for five years

And you can see it in his eyes, yeah

And I can tell you've thought about it

Give me an idea

From the stories that I hear

Of course you doubt him

You mourn the sound when

He says he isn't headed home

You can hear that fake voice

Break through the telephone

His alibis don't hide his life

On the side

You try to have faith, but you'll never know

Break down

Pull yourself out of this state, dear

Acknowledge, he was a fake, dear

From there on you might just grow

Throw it all away

Callin' out your lover

Been callin' out his name

He's been hidin', he's been hidin'

There's only him to blame

Callin' out your lover

Wouldn't tell it to your face

He's been lyin', he's been lyin'

Too fucked up by the pain

When did it all turn sour?

Safe to say that now he's underneath your skin

While you cower in the corner with no power left within

But you're his lover

Even though you know he never loved ya

You suffer, just being his insignificant mother

Lipstick that's smeared across his collar

His best kept secret that's hidden under covers

Confide in your mother

Nursin' a broken heart

Alone in the dark, clutching at this photograph

When it comes to emotions, you close them shut

Because he might just leave if you open up

And it hurts so bad, think you're gonna go mad

Contemplate all the things that you don't have

And you feel so sad

When he leaves that you reach for the prozac, yeah

And now he's standing at your gate

And he be actin' strange

It's sad to say but

Girl you have to face it

Pack them bags that you've had stashed away

It's a tragic way to end it

But if he can't even pay attention

And if he can't even make the effort

It's way too late to save

It's a cold world no man's safe from

You got soul, girl

Don't let no man take none

No, no, no

Been callin' out your lover

Been callin' out his name

He's been hidin', he's been hidin'

There's only him to blame

Been callin' out your lover

Couldn't tell it to your face

He's been lyin', he's been lyin'

Too fucked up by the pain

Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, oh

Too fucked up by the pain

Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, oh

Too fucked up by the pain

Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, oh

Too fucked up by the pain

Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, oh