Leverage Models The Least Of Your Brothers
Sit down. Compare what you are today with something that dazzled my eyes
Once a hundred years ago. Once a hundred years ago we valued what we stole
Making homes from garbage made you whole. Did you feel, when the least of
Your brothers fell, you were there? Is it weird knowing I'm for sale? Sit down. I
Love you. Oh my god. I can't pretend that I'm not failing us. Every intention is
Making us question our hearts
Speak softly when you sharpen the knife. Remember us academic and slight. It
Wasn't like that before (but after all it was night). Between ourselves and the door
I think the secrets were slightly dull
There was a minute when I believed your smile, contented but never as happy as
Then. Long ago I loved to push as hard as you could go -- say you miss the
Friction, say you know. Did you feel, when the least of your brothers fell, you were
There? Is it strange knowing I'm for real? Sit down. I love you. Oh my god. I can't
Pretend that I'm notfailing us. Every intention is making us question our hearts
Fake them out and put their happiness first
Fake it all again and see your family smile
Or pretend to put your house on the line
Take it all ("all in") and win your family's pride