And i remember how you held me the night my mother died
Although she could be rough, mean, and cruel, Sam cared about me. I know it. If I was having an awful day, she pretended not to care, and continued to insult me anyway but the insults were... kinder than her usual ones. Instead of calling me bastard (which she said was her favorite word for me when she was pissed), she called me jerk, nub, or nerd... I guess they were considered more settle names.
I didn't have to tell you, I just broke down and cried.
When my mother died of a heart attack after hearing that Sam and I had gotten back together, during the second year of our relationship, Sam was actually... kind. Wow that feels weird to say, or even think. Sam was... nice to me. She cradled me in her arms and wiped away my tears. I thought for sure she was going to say something like : "Well I guess your too clingy mother is better off annoying people in Heaven than here on Earth" or bitch on my mother but she didn't. Then a few weeks later, my Aunt Jennifer found my mom's wedding ring in my mother's jewelry box and gave it to me. That was when we were twenty. And one night, I proposed to Sam with it. Of course, I didn't tell her it was my mom's; she would've thought I was too cheap to buy a new ring that wasn't thirty years old. Besides, she wouldn't wear anything that belonged to my mother anyway... That was just her. And thankfully she said yes. But we had never got married. She left a month before our wedding. That was undoubted the worst day of my life.
You're sewn into the fabric, the pieces of my life
Sam was a part of me. Every moment I spent alone, was just another reminder of all the stupid mistakes I had made, that costed me happiness.
And i just can't remember why we said goodbye
I know we must have had a falling out. Something went wrong between is. Maybe I found her with another guy... Or maybe I was with another girl. I don't know. The memories were fading just like that old diner. And I cant get rid of this horrible feeling of only being half of who I used to be.
Up and down this boardwalk lonely people sit
I went into our room and traded my pajamas out for clothes. Then, I walked out of our loft and took the elevator to the lobby. Then i went outside to the pier and sat down, getting wet with the salty ocean spray. It had stopped raining and now there were boats in the harbor.
I know it wasn't perfect but nothin' ever is
We fought all the time. We yelled and cussed each other out. Our neighbors even called the cops on us once. But all through those tough days, we we to bed loving each other.
The sails out in the harbor are searching for the wind.
The boats wandered around, all seeming to be looking for something. Like I was. Although I was looking for happiness instead of a docking station.
As I sat there, I thought about why I was here alone. And I figured if we gave love a second chance once, we could do it a third.
