After a couple of weird years in Brooklyn, temporarily lost,
Wanted to be a big sister.
Sometimes the means donât match the costs.
Who could count on you to make the greatest decisions?
Who knew in the future youâd learn to suture,
Even the deepest incisions?
Not even yours, but mine, most of the time.
Youâre on the other side of the wall and most nights Iâm fine.
And Iâve watched you through caution and peril.
Like somebody hurt your cubs, watchful and feral.
And Iâll call you sister if you need someone else to
And you can call me anything you want.
Just do.
Youâre gonna marry my best friend.
Keep your nest safe and warm and taut.
âCause on his very worst nights Iâve often wondered
If he and Iâve both thought:
âWhat if I never deserved her?
My great preserver.â
What if I never deserved her?
Youâre my great preserver.
And for once thereâs no bad parts.
Thereâs only love, love, love.
No shitty endings, just love, love, love.
And Iâll call you sister if you need someone else to.
And you can call me anything you want.
Just do.
And when Iâm not across the hall or sleeping on your floor,
One day when weâre older Iâm gonna call you and tell you about ours.