three counts of forgery

He used to tell me things, playing in a lower key
He turns in his sleep and haunts my thoughts
I would have died to protect him from this all
But as the walls come down and the truth brought out
I can now see that he was never the one hurt
And I should have died to protect me from this all

And he’s charged with three counts of forgery
Mascarading as a pure percussionist
Disguised as a best friend
Impersonating a big brother

Walking up my driveway, knocking on my door
Delivering flowers from the man I love
I trusted him with my secrets and confessions
The paint stains the pants I bought yesterday
But I always forgive my big brother
Fighting and protecting each other as shoes fly
The freshman scared with our crazy antics

And he’s charged with three counts of forgery
Mascarading as a pure percussionist
Disguised as a best friend
Impersonating a big brother

The bail is set at one soul – mine
I would give it up if I thought he was innocent
But he’s claiming guilty and turning away
The court hasn’t even tried him
But the sentence already reads guilty as charged
The sentence is my punishment to bear
I hope he never knows what he lost

Cover the corpse lying on the courtroom floor
I gambled and lost everything I had that day
He is carried out on shoulders, a free man
And I’m sentenced to a life in hell

And he’s charged with three counts of forgery
Mascarading as a pure percussionist
Disguised as a best friend
Impersonating a big brother