His 16 years old brother waits for him   To come home to their apartment   It's been days      Under florescent lights and between tow 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 passed 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