Hopeless nights and
Sleepless dreams
Just look at what you've done to me
Imperfect english and
Messed up hair
All this time still wishing you weren't there
Here in my sweatpants
Your picture I stare
With you over seas how I look I don't care
Lock myself in my room and
Reread your letters
You're brave enough to make this world better
Suicide bombers and
Ambush attacts
All the other soldiers, they've had your back
Folded up flag supose to console
Nothing but you could fill up this hole
There at your funeral
Men in dress blues
All of us there to say our
Goodbyes to you.