We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say

They were all laying silently still. It was like, one o' clock in the morning. She was in the bunk right below his. For him, it wasn't close enough. Even though they were so close, they both felt miles apart. He wasn't sure if it was something he said or something he did. Maybe his words didn't come out right... He tried not to hurt her. He really did.

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has it's dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

He saw a street vendor handing out free roses for some weird reason. Every single one had several thorns.

That night, he fell asleep on the couch. She woke him up in the morning and then left the bus. Presumably to find Jacky. The name left a bitter taste in his mouth.

As he was walking on the street with Scout, they saw a dude in a cowboy hat with an acoustic guitar singing some country song. It applied so well to his situation he almost wanted to cry.

Yeah it does
I listen to your favorite song
Playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say love's a game of
Easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has it ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow I guess

Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin was her favorite song. The bus driver had the classic rock station on the radio and when the song started playing, he turned it up really loud. After seven minutes of trying to keep it together, the DJ came on to say that love was a game of easy come and easy go. He wondered if the DJ had ever felt like he had. If he had ever felt like Sammi and Jinxx, Andy and Juliet, Jake and Ella, or maybe even Jacky and Reagan. The last one made him vomit a little. He knew that if he had let her know how he had felt earlier, she probably would've been sitting with him on the BVB bus instead of on the other side of the bus with Jacky. Why they even let him on, he would never know.

Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like the knife that cuts you
The wound heals, but the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have saved our love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of making love
We both made our separate ways
Now I hear you've found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife

It had been about a week since the fight. He knew it wasn't a long time, but it felt like forever. He could still feel so much pain. It was kinda like a knife that cuts you. The wound would heal, but the scar would remain. He knew that he could've saved their friendship, at the least, that night night if he'd known what to say. Instead of them being together, they weren't even on speaking terms. She was trying to detach herself from him, but he wasn't about to let that happen. Even though she had found Jacky. To see them together tore him up inside and just seeing her in general cut him like a knife. Being CC at that moment sucked.