The sky is pitch-black and the trees are dark
When I travel to city from my little brother's place
I would've wanted to stay at home
To wake up early to the thumps of the snowplow
Stay always as my little brother and a bird, never man up
I don't want any more adults in our house
I know that queers tend to
Get beaten up at mens' bathrooms
But at morning my little brother still
Reads comics in bed, reads comics in bed with me
Stay always as my little brother and a bird, never man up
I don't want any more adults in our house