The taxi is warm outside
The trees are too bare for spring
I want to climb back to my bed
September has come and gone
And no one can tell me why
His yearbook ink was
Barely dry

Boys are for fighting
Honor for taking away
Boys are for fighting
Honor for taking away

His sister’s asleep inside
Too early for phones to ring
I’d go back to save you
But its way too late

Boys are for fighting
Honor for taking away
Boys are for fighting
Honor for taking away

And all the pictures and letters
Are filling up space
Blinking out tears at a blank TV face
And they’re sorry
And they’ll prey for me

Boys are for fighting
Honor for taking away
Don’t be the last boy to die for
Cowards who lie when they prey