Sold My Yesterdays

this new man sold my yesterdays
bought and paid in his own way [surely]
there exists an odd brotherly Love
it don’t burn bright but its hot as hell
we both fell for the footlights
meows and nice country nights
my brother we’re alright
mister clean hold my heart tight
what it was so it is
from the fire to flood brothers
I’ve got a locked perfect-top box
inside I hide the white lies
folded into lullabies
recent teary-eye skies
Lovin on me tonight...