Remembering, everything about my world and when you came. Wondering if the change you'd bring means nothing else would be the same. Did you know what you were doing? Did you know? I don't really think so. But the night came down and swept us away. And the stars, they seemed to paint the most elaborate scene to date. My feet dangle on the edge of the chair. My toes play with the fuzz on the carpet. The door is open but no one is walking in. The hallaway is covered in shadows on the wall. I watch the sun dance on the blue shag as the I see it set for the first and last time today. The humdity is thick enough to cut with a knife. I breathe it in. The last moments of summer are slowly fading. To this I sit and wonder. Are we gonna make it? Or are we gonna break it? Are you gonna be at the end of my path with open arms? Or will there be another? Maybe there won't be anyone at all. But no matter how the story ends, no matter how many times I will trip and fall. I will always know at one point in my life you were there. Hopefully, you will always be there.