What are the odds that we are even?
Won't you receive that it's love I believe in?
What are the chances the glances were real?
Knit this thread of emotion that I feel
Knit it and pin it on your chest
I need you and miss you and telling you does not make it less.

Maybe I meant it when I said I love
Maybe I saw it when you got lost in my eyes
Maybe the pair was to be when we were intertwined
Maybe meaning is you and me defined

What are the chances that I am a mess?
What are the odds that you are my best?
This love has been a test
What are the odds that you love me too?
What are the odds that life is you and me?
If I was to be, would you see through me?
If we had our time would we last?
If the clock ran would we stop and dance?
What if we gave love a chance?

Maybe I was not good enough
Maybe your flaws were few
Maybe my heart was sweet
Maybe I would have shown you places new
Maybe together we would grow
Maybe we would find roses that have no thorns
Maybe I would not be leaning against walls
Maybe I would not be cuddling my legs
watching a crazy heart break.

Maybe on the morrow of no sorrow we would not borrow from the place where tears follow
Maybe we would give and not hesitate
Maybe we would take it slow and deny haste
Maybe on the morrow we would both kiss fate
Maybe our time is yet to come,
maybe it is all over and done. Maybe...

I held your hand
as you told me the news
just as I was feeling like life was to good to be true.

I held your hand
as she shaved off your hair
I said you looked beautiful as you broke down in tears.

I held your hand
as you threw up each night
I held it
extra extra tight.

I held your hand
as you cried in pain
I held my tears in
to give you strength.

I held your hand
through it all.

And I am so happy to say
we never listened to death when it called.