You didn't know greg but greg was a patriot
Not like those assholes flying flags all claim to be
A patriot of more life and love
Than most of us could ever hope to know
And it's with the greatest regrets
I took for granted the short time we had

I didn't witness the shots that would take a young life
But I heard them through late night phone calls
It was with naiveté of youth that I assumed you'd be fine
I didn't make your recovery but I made your funeral

There's a gravestone in a cemetery
I have never seen and buried underneath
It lays a soldier who did not succumb to war
Well, despite all my searching
All I have are these faded memories
Of a cramped denny's booth
Where we traded stories and cigarettes

I still live by advice that you gave me that night
How I should eat, sleep and fuck when I can
Don't stress the small things in life and I'll get by just fine
Well I'll drink to the better days and regrets we're living with