I hope you know that I miss you.
Not a single day slips by without your name.
At night, I lie awake in silence,
still stunned that life could take you away.

I wish you were here. I hate being here;
The world feels colder without your light.
If heaven had phones, I’d call every morning
and whisper to you every night.

They say you’re at peace, they say you’re free,
And I try to believe it’s true.
But deep inside I’m selfish,
because all I want is you.

I replay the days we once had,
those memories burn in my chest.
If only life let me turn back the clock,
I’d hold you and never let go again.

They promise me time can heal,
but time feels heavy, slow, and unkind.
How can it mend what’s been broken
when half of my heart’s left behind?

You were sixteen,
And the world stole you from me.
I held you,
begged you to stay,
But the night didn’t listen.

Your laugh still echoes in my head,
your smile still burns in my chest.
Colten—
You were my friend, my brother.
And now I carry both our lives,
because you can’t.

At lunch, you’re there, right by my side,
Short blond hair, country smile so wide.
Your knee brace rests, but you’re still strong,
Our talks at the table don’t feel too long.

I’m just a freshman, you’re a junior this year,
Sometimes I wonder if I’m too small, too near.
But when you laugh, it lights up the space,
And I can’t help but smile, just seeing your face.

Do you notice me, the way I do you?
Or am I just dreaming a maybe, a “what if” too?
I don’t know your heart, but I hope one day
You’ll feel the same in your own quiet way.

So I’ll keep sitting here, playing it cool,
Hoping this crush might turn into something true.

At lunch, you’re there, right by my side,
With every smile, my heart can’t hide.
Your blond hair shines, your eyes feel near,
The moments with you are what I hold dear.

That knee brace rests, but you still stand strong,
I’ve wanted to tell you all along.
In our small talks, I feel it starts—
A quiet pull inside my heart.

Zach, it’s you I’m thinking of,
More than a friend—maybe first love.
If only you knew the way I see,
How much you really mean to me?

Sirens singing, red lights on the street,
Colt’s blood on my hands, dripping bittersweet.
Sixteen summers—now the sun won’t rise,
Fourteen winters—tears freeze in my eyes.

He whispered, “Stay strong,” breath thin as smoke,
His voice was breaking, each word nearly broke.
I screamed at the sky, but it stayed cold and gray—
The gangs took my brother, stole his light away.

You were sixteen,
And the world stole you from me.
I held you,
begged you to stay,
But the night didn’t listen.

Your laugh still echoes in my head,
your smile still burns in my chest.
Colten—
You were my friend, my brother.
And now I carry both our lives,
because you can’t.

I'd say I've seen some beautiful days
I've walked countless coastlines, awoken on mountain tops  
I have seen death and birth and kissed good lips. I don't need a music machine telling me what a good story is, and as a matter of fact, I've never asked nothing from nobody  
I've taken my moterbike down the Pacific 101, and I have stood on top of the Empire State Building with my father.
I've learned that every waking moment is enough, and excess never leads to better things; it only piles and piles atop the things that are already abundantly in front of you, like breathing, and chasing, and slow dancing, and *******, fighting, and laughing.
I am unhinged and unworthy, and distasteful to mostly everyone I meet; however, I am loyal to a fault to anyone I find kindness in, and I do not and will not fear tomorrow because I feel like today has been enough

And I got no hate in my heart for anything, anywhere, or anyone, and I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common, they're overdone and glorified and always leave you wanting,  
Yeah, I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common, they're overdone and glorified and always leave you wanting