We both sat, on our beds, in my room.
And we talked about what [bad word] soon.
All the pink powder wont cover up what we did.
Doing wrong when, we were just kids.

And I think that you're the older brother,
that I never had.
I wish I could reach out and touch you.
Don't worry, I'm not sad.
I know you're just where you want to be,
and everyone's a hundred grand.
Save some space for me,
and say hello to your dad.

I will look after your sister I swear.
I'll write her when she's lonely, and send it off in the air.
I will keep her safe, until I'm dead.
She'll always have a place to rest her head.
You don't have to worry about it now,
you don't have to live with that frown.
I will hold your memory close to my chest,
though I wish you hadn't said it was best.
Could you have stayed just one more night,
for all of us to say good bye.
But I'll love your troubles and I'm gone,
you still feel so [bad word] warm.