I gestured toward to miles of despair ahead

And you told me that the lonely road doesn't end here

Well ****. I could have told you that.

I had just turned to walk away, muttering profanities about a pretentious *******

But then you piped in with a soliloquy of your own

You told me that the lonely road doesn't end here.
It keeps on going and going with no particular destination.
But along the way there are pit stops of joy. Times when you may actually feel happy. Like the road wouldn't be too bad as long as you were with that person who's always at the pit stops, fixing you up and making you better

I turned around then, but you weren't there.

Where the **** did you go?
This was an open road we were standing on and now I'm just here alone.

That was when I realized that the only pit stop I needed was you. I'll only ever be happy when I'm with you.