Series of songfics

Roses- Against the current: in our bones album

Waited all night for you to come home
I always hated sleeping alone
Watching the roses wither away
Wishing my memories would die out the same
I waited all night, yeah, you never came

I miss the long nights under street lights
When our hearts were made of gold
I miss the feeling that we had then
We were never growing old
Yeah, I miss it all
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh
Yeah, I miss it all
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh

Everyone's trying to help me move on
They say it gets better in the long run
You could say that I've had a couple good days
But nobody's eyes shine quite the same way
I waited all night, yeah, you never came

I miss the long nights under street lights
When our hearts were made of gold
I miss the feeling that we had then
We were never growing old
Yeah, I miss it all
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh
Yeah, I miss it all
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh

Waited all night for you to come home
I always hated sleeping alone
I hope that the lipstick I left on your face
Stays red like the roses I laid on your grave

I miss the long nights under street lights
When our hearts were made of gold
I miss the feeling that we had then
We were never growing old
Yeah, I miss it all
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh
Yeah, I miss it all
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh

I sat on the couch waiting for you to come home, refusing to believe what I was informed over the phone weeks ago. All I wanted was for you to come through the front door and I'd know the hospital made a mistake. But you never came home to me.

I laid on the couch and glanced at the rose you gave me earlier in the month. It was slowly dying. This would be so much easier if my memories of us died the same. This night, I had to sleep alone.

I closed my eyes remembering everything we had. The long nights of conversations when we were younger, movie marathons and nights when we just enjoyed each other's company.

Earlier our friends dragged me out of the apartment to go to a party, but all I could think about was how much more fun it would be if you were with me holding my hand. But then kept telling me it gets better in the long run.

But no ones eyes shined quiet the same as our did when we were together. I could wait all night, but you'd still never be with me again. By my side.

Slowly, I fell asleep alone once again.

When I awoke, it was finally the day. The day we bury you. I dressed in all black and red lipstick. During the service, all I could think about was our last moment together. That was the moment you gave me a rose before you headed off to work.

Right before they closed your coffin, I kissed your cheek and lips, leaving red lipstick behind. As they closed the coffin and were lowering you, I did my best not to cry. After everyone paid their respects, I kneeled down laying a rose on your grave, hoping the kiss I left you with the red lipstick stays as red as the rose I laid on your grave.

I'll miss the long nights were we'd just drive around the city, the nights of movies, kisses and love. I'll miss it all.