I saw you on high
I was waiting outside
What a strange thing to remember
You arrive at my door
Dressed in something somber
The night is heavy and I held onto your shirt
Oh, I don't remember everything
But I remember most things
I regret never celebrating
Smaller victories that we saved
I would do that part over
Oh, I don't remember everything
But I remember most things
The smell of your kitchen on the day that you ended it