Maybe it's the way you look at me,
Maybe it's the way you hold me,
Maybe it's the way you care for me,
Maybe it's the way you talk to me,
Maybe it's the way you understand me,
Maybe it's the way we joke around,
Maybe it's the way we love,
Maybe all it is
Is you.

I didn't want to be your first.
I wanted to be your last,
But hey, at least I'm something.

After all this time,
Why now?

After everything you've done to me,
Do you think that it could all be forgiven through two words?

After leaving me on the side of the road in the middle of winter,
You think I would go out of my way to help you?

Well, you're **** ******* right.

Burning fire. The smell of smoke.
I watch as everything I've ever known
Burns to ashes.

There you are. Name engraved on a headstone. Dates marked out. Dead roses sit at the bottom. I sit to the side so I don't sit on your casket. I open two beers, one for you and one for me. I talk about what's going on; how ****** New York Rangers is going to be this year. I just sit there and talk to you for hours; Way past the hour I said I would. When it's time to leave I get up, fold my chair and say "I love you." Before turning around and leaving.