My Brother's Lovin

You have to be drunk, to crave my brother's "lovin"
That IS all I have to say,
and it is the only way.

To feel his "lovin" is to feel the cold hardness of a rock.
Forever in silence and unable to return your love.
To feel his "lovin" is like when the light attracts a fly.
Lured by it warmth, its beautiful glow, such trusting light.
ZAP, it kills your love to ashes.

You have to be Drunk to crave my brothers "Lovin"
Sorry for sounding horrible, I should be kind.
Beneath his looks, there is blackness and emptiness.
Nothing can fill that void.

Go ahead take a drink, fall into your wonderland. Perhaps there is something more.
Maybe he is the man of your dreams. But I will say it again.
You have to be drunk to love my brother.