Just a fun day at Six Flags,
that's all it was supposed to be.
And it was all what we expected
until you we had the chance to meet.
Don't get me wrong, you were friendly,
and nice to us and our mother,
but what turned the day upside down was when
you asked, "So what's goin' on with your brother?"
Standing in line for the Superman,
I regret I couldn't answer you.
I've only met him once, 11 years ago,
and what I know about him is few.
I know that his name is Dustin,
that he's 18 and he moved away
from his mother and brothers.
Besides that, I just know his birthday.
And standing there with my mouth shut
was a very hard thing to.
I wondered why you knew my brother better than me,
and why he didn't know me, but you?
So I sat there with my head down
as I muttered, "I have no idea".
But you had somewhat of a clue,
and you're just the son of my uncle's love, Tina.
And now it pulses in my head
that I can't match my big brothers name to his face,
but you can, not even related.
I'm headed for the ground at this rate.
So for now, I'll just feel foolish
for every innocent thing you say
because you've actually talked to my brother,
and I only know his name.
