.

Because I love your handshake meeting my father.. I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets.

How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something.
There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions.

And I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes..
All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss. I never imagined we'd
end like this...

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep.

And I'll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe.