An early morning on the seventeenth of June,
A letter laced with tears, remember to stay cool,
And I wish that I could always be true,
And I wish that I’d always be with you,

I take a shower, put on shirt and tie,
Black’s your favorite color, I don’t know quite why,
I slowly walk to your new house, a stroll down memory lane,
Father lets me in, but it doesn’t ease my pain,
And I wish that I could always be true,
And I wish that I’d always be with you,

I say a couple words, still fumbling,
I bought a bunch of roses, for nothing,
I see you lying there asleep,
I can’t believe you’d forget me,

As we walk out the door,
You climb up on my shoulder,
You feel heavier somehow,
I wipe the beads of sweat from my brow,

I cry a rain of tears as they lay you in the ground,
I lay the bunch of roses on your new bed,
I know I’ll join you soon, as I put the gun to my head,