I've said: There's nothing to write, which I regret is dishonest
I've said: I'm waiting to live through something meaningful
While I still can avoid exposing what I've experienced
You've always seen the geyser in me as a fountain
When you recall things I've forgotten
It can feel strange knowing I've been a person
Like you are to me, sister
Times lost in the attic
While you sat at the counter
Times I'd have my head on my window

While you stood outside my door
It's not that it escapes me now how we'd crawl and we'd laugh on the carpet
It's not that it escapes me now how we'd bike after school to the water
It's only that it's different now as our changes occur from a distance
It's only that I'm grateful more now to say we have shared life the longest

Carnage, miracles, hysterics
You've been the narrator
Triumphs, follies, punchlines
You've been the narrator

When you recall things I've forgotten
It can feel strange knowing I've been a person
Like you are to me, sister
Like you are to me, sister
Like you are to me, sister
Like you are to me, sister
Like you are to me, sister