my attempt at the blues

One time I had a sister.
Her name was No. 2.
She lived right down the hall from me --
Yeah, it was pretty cool.

They say that she still lives there,
But I am not so sure.
It's always dark and still in there
When I walk past the door.

I hear she went to grad school,
A cold and sterile place
Where B's are F's and sleeplessness
Draws lines on every face.

I'm happy it's October
(And just for one day more!)
Because when it's December
It will be more like before.

We'll have our No. 2 here
Between our 1 and 3,
And have a chance to reminisce
About our family.

Well, getting old's not easy,
We've each got lots to do;
I shouldn't go blame everything
On worn-out No. 2.

But I think I miss my sister.
Her name is No. 2.
She lives right down the hall from me
When she's not gone at school.