Written by: Kyle kriticos

Green eyes, shaggy hair
Split up lips that gasp for air 
Twenty beers and a lawn chair

Mother left, brother died
Doesn't know where he'll sleep tonight
Twenty beers on ice

The sharp whistle of a train
Brings to mind his bro again
His little bro, his best friend

At night he's gone 
No sign till dawn
Just Twenty empty bottles on the lawn

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos