The Peak is proud to publish this beautiful love song that absolutely rivals the likes of Lana Del Rey, Paul Anka, and whoever sang “Take Me Home Country Roads.” Enjoy.
We met on Hinge,
I wanted to take it slow.
But now I can’t end a sentence,
Without calling him bro.
When things get romantic,
I cannot hold back.
I get controlled by my antics,
Friendzone in full attack.
I don’t mean bro as in brother,
I mean bro as in lover.
It’s a term for people
who appreciate each other.
It wasn’t my fault.
Before I called him bro, he called me man.
He opened up the bro-vault —
I think I need a new plan . . .
Honey? Dearest? Sweet huzz of my life?
No, that’s disgusting
This is bringing me too much strife!
I don’t mean bro as in brother,
I mean bro as in lover.
It’s a term for people
who appreciate each other.
Once I’ve called someone bro,
I just cannot stop.
It’s a level of deep shared intimacy,
Beyond that of tying the knot.
Maybe I’ll call him dude instead,
So it feels less incestuous.
But then our relationship,
Would be so disingenuous!!!
Bro, is bro all I know?
“Will you take this baddie to be your lawfully wedded bro?”
“I do, I do!” is all I can proclaim,
“I will only know you as bro and by no other name!”
I don’t mean bro as in brother
I mean bro as in lover
It’s a term for people
Who appreciate each other
Outro (phone call audio):
“But seriously Katie, can you stop calling me bro? I want to be more than your bro.”
“But there is nothing more than a bro!”
static ambience and fade to silence
