Nine AM, we're unloading the truck

The silence is nice before there's more

Never crossed our minds how close we were

But it did when you took that step

Now he's on the phone while you're lying there

I'll wave down the fire trucks

It could've been me, it should've been me

They take you away, I'm alone in the driveway

I'll sit on my red Coleman's jug

Waiting for my dad to come get me

Next to what's left while the sun goes up

It could've been me, it should've been me

And it's been weeks and weeks of sleepless nights

And now it's all that I can think about

They show me pictures. The driveway, the wall

I'm back on my red Coleman's jug

And the red light blinks while they hear me say

He never said what to do that day

It shouldn't have been you, it shouldn't have been me