Do you remember the time
I came to your show
and watched you play
for the first time?

You moved so rhythmically
and you seemed so happy.
I couldn't stop smiling
at the way your fingers
strummed the guitar
so smoothly,
or the way you jumped
up and down
when the chorus started.

Do you remember the time
you came to that party
and we got wasted on that
liquor
that tasted horrible?

It was beautiful
how you didn't care
about the taste.
You drank so much that it
dripped down your chin
and onto your shirt.
You took it off and
left it on our bench,
and i slept with it the
entire night.

Do you remember the time
my mom saw us walking together?

She pulled over
and asked us if we needed
a ride.
It was so beautiful how you
danced along with us to that
****** music
that I know you hate
so much.
I loved that day more than
anything.
That was the day that I realized
I loved you.

Do you remember the night
you told me about her?

You said that she came to
your house.
You told me that you got
high with her,
and about how you were scared
when your neighbor came over
and threatened you.
I hated the way
you laughed.
I know you only
laugh when you are
genuinely happy.
Does she make you
happy?
Is she what you
want?
Do you love her like I love
you?