I thought that I made a brother today And while we were talking, you swore from the grave No one can fill the crater I made A chill came between us and he walked away I'm smoking in your old chair The clothes that you left are all worn and teared Our twin bayonets lie asleep on the shelf And I still search for you in everyone else I still search for you in everyone else I bottle my hope when I meet our kind Grill him with tests and look for the signs Laughter grows empty when always I find He'll never be what we had in mind I'm smoking in your old chair The clothes that you left are all worn and teared Our twin bayonets lie asleep on the shelf And I still search for you in everyone else I still search for you in everyone else Fiery loyal 'nd tempered in grit Built like a blade on an outlaw's hip Not made for today but together we fit You'd think that by now I'd be over this shit You'd think that by now I'd be over this shit I'm smoking in your old chair The clothes that you left are all worn and teared Our twin bayonets lie asleep on the shelf And I still search for you in everyone else I still search for you in everyone else