I thought that I made a brother today
And while we were talking you swore from the grave
No one can fill the crater I made
A chill came between us and he walked away

I’m smoking in your old chair
The clothes that you left are all worn and teared
Our twin bayonets lie asleep on the shelf
And I still search for you in everyone else

I bottle my hope when I meet our kind
Grill him with tests and look for the signs
Laughter grows empty when always I find
He’ll nеver be what we had in mind

I’m smoking in your old chair
Thе clothes that you left are all worn and teared
Our twin bayonets lie asleep on the shelf
And I still search for you in everyone else

Fiery loyal tempered in grit
Built like a blade on an outlaws hip
Not made for today but together we fit
You’d think that by now I’d be over this shit