Little Brother

When you’re done your graveyard shift
And your mind is on fire
Won’t you sit with me a while
Get high
I won’t bother you for long
Tell me where it hurts the most
Tell me, did you see the ghosts
Of our youth
Rest awhile, little brother child
Rest awhile, let your tears roll awhile
Hold on to your breath
Hold on 'till there’s nothing left
And the fever pitch is high
And nobody tells us why
Yeah we’re all a little too young to die
This time
Hold on to your breath
Hold on 'till there’s nothing left
Hold on to your breath
Hold on 'till there’s nothing left
Rest awhile, little brother child
Rest awhile, let your tears roll awhile
Hold on to your breath
Hold on 'till there’s nothing left
Hold on to your breath
Hold on 'till there’s nothing left