The song's Cute Without The E, by Taking Back Sunday.
Hoping for the best just hoping happens
It was so cold, the wind howled around them; tearing at their clothes, driving knives of freezing air into their exposed skin, the snow glowed in the moonlight. "!" The elder of the pair's voice was lost to the frozen sky. "We're right out on the tundra now!" The young blonde yelled back. "There's no settlements for miles!" A laugh, low yet seemingly louder than anything else, echoed across the icy landscape. "No one comes up here, not even in hunting season!" The man kneeling at his feet whimpered some, prayers falling from his numb lips like a waterfall of hope.
"There is no God here. It is too wild here even for him. Here be dragons."
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
"You are a fool. You are the worst kind of fool; you are the fool who believes so strongly in his intelligence that others start to believe it too." He glared, fury, ice-hot burned into the other man. "You are such an attention grabbing buffoon, you are completely... execrable." There was silence, save from the howling wind. The younger spoke after a long time, "Do you wish to know? To understand?" Another slight pause, even the wind seemed to still, total quiet permeated their little world."No, no, I suppose not. You never were one to try and understand anything, really."
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me
"I-I want to..." The dry, cracked voice broke the hush that had descended once more. "I want to understand, let me try and understand, please." And all of a sudden everything was back, the wind, the cold; that one crystal moment, where everything was calm, shattered. And the laughter was there as well, overriding the sounds of the frozen wasteland. "No" The word was but a whisper, yet it stung as if it had been yelled. "No. You could never understand. You have never been overlooked, not once. No one has ever passed you over in favour of someone else; you have never had your achievements credited to another. You could never understand. Do not ask again. It will not change anything." The kneeling blonde, icy tears in his cornflower eyes, looked up into the face of a madman; and smiled sadly.
"I'm sorry, I am so, so, sorry."
I know you well enough to know you never loved me
He had cried, right at the end, the fool had cried. He had cried, so much, he had cried, and apologised; over and over, he had apologised. He had cried love, hoping for mercy. 'I have no mercy'
And then there was silence, beautiful, everlasting silence. The fool had joined the ranks of the dead on his private hunting grounds. The snow had quickly claimed him as its own, covering his crimson painting, taking him, never to be seen again. No one asked, no one noticed. He had died on a hunting trip; that was all, it wasn't uncommon, it wasn't unusual, just bad luck.
"Have you seen the snow at midnight? They say it glows crimson."