[Verse 1] I’ve got an ugly brother who’s followed me for years. Every job, every good thing, he arrives and pulls up near. I fall in love, he starts talking: “She doesn’t know you yet. Give it time. She’ll see enough. Then watch what happens next.” [Pre-Chorus] He sounds like me. That’s why he wins. [Chorus] Look at you. Can’t even do this. Other people just get on. Why does someone always have to help you hold on? And kindness makes him louder: “Don’t trust what she gives. If she knew what you were really like, she wouldn’t love you like this.” [Verse 2] Sometimes he calls me monster. Then laughs because I said it. “Don’t be dramatic. You always make things worse.” So even naming what he does becomes another reason to turn the knife back round and make myself the lesson. [Bridge] I hate him. I believe him. That’s the hardest bit. [Chorus] Look at you. Can’t even do this. Other people just get on. Why does someone always have to help you hold on? And kindness makes him louder: “Don’t trust what she gives. If she knew what you were really like, she wouldn’t love you like this.” [Outro] He sounds like me. I’m trying to hear the difference.
