Brian LyricsBrian was a fighter, chased light on the floor Fists clenched through the hallway And straight out the front door Standing in blue gowns sweet-thinking of worse times: Brian in the mirror, his face twisted up in mine Goosebumped in my tee-shirt and spinning the racket I might just hit the net if I'm aiming right at it Brian was a winner in gym class this year: Fist pumped when the birdie flew over into the clear
