Its all in our heads,
We miss you so much.
I guess you didn't have much luck.
You were driving down that frightful road,
But i guess you didn't make it,
That's what we have to hold!
We want you back,
We wish you never went,
You were 17,
Thats just to my belief.
That scary road,
Slippery and wet.
If the other kid wasn't drunk,
Then you would still be in the top bunk.
You were my favorite brother,
The one who watched over me.
The one who would stand up for me,
If i ran my mouth and got in trouble!
But i guess god just chose you,
Caz he chooses his best.
And this is my last request,
I hope you stay safe,
Up there with him.
I hope nothing happens to you,
And i cant wait to see you again!
So when I get up ther,
Gimme a hola,
Caz you won't forget,
I still owe you a dolla!
