'The kids are in town for a funeral'

You never thought this day would come. It should've never come. You were supposed to be first.

'So pack the car, and dry your eyes'

Your poor little brother, who had been so full of life and love, who should've had so many more years left, and it was all stripped away just a week ago. As the older sibling, you never thought you'd have to see him go first. God, you had always hoped you never had to see him go first.

'I know they got plenty young blood left in 'em'

His death had absolutely shattered you. You had become a shell of the person you used to be. A shell of the person your brother who was so full of life, had known and loved. The days had merged together, time passing simultaneously all too slow and all too fast. Until, the funeral was in just a few days.

'And plenty nights under pink skies You taught 'em to enjoy'

You had barely left your room, crushed under the weight of losing your beloved sibling. The thought of living without him, with all the years he still had ahead, felt unbearable. Just then, Simon knocked softly at the door, offering your favorite takeout, his concern evident as he noticed you hadn't eaten since the news shattered your world. After a quiet meal shared in sorrow, Simon began to clean the house, his gentle determination assuring you that you wouldn’t have to face this alone. You felt the pull to join him.

'So clean the house, clear the drawers'

And you had. Watching him, and with a little bit of encouragement from the man usually so uncaring, you had begun helping him clean.

'Mop the floors, stand tall Like no ones ever been here before or at all'

You had come across the doorframe of the kitchen, the open threshold that needed to be wiped down. Except, instead of cleaning it, your fingers brushed across all the notches left in the wood. Dated all the way up until just a month ago. He was almost as tall as you...

'And don't you mention all the inches That are scraped in the doorframe'