I Let You Win (The Excuses of an Older Brother)

I let you win
I wasn't even trying
And if I was, well it wasn't that hard
It's just a stupid frickin' game I don't even care that you won

Oh, boy you think that I am lyin'
Well, I've got news for you, I do
You're adopted, now get out of my room
Because I'm dad's favorite, mom doesn't even like you

I let you win
I wasn't even trying
Oh, you broke what's left of my pride
And I feel the darkness inside
That words can't convey
So I flip the board game and punch your balls

(What?)
(Oh, oh I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't tell mom)
(Here, I'll let you punch me back)
(Augh, dammit!)
(Mom!)