This is it. This is it.

So here's to long nights like these
spent wide awake and fully aware
of my future of tea for one
and a sadness that none should bare.
Here's to mix CDs never heard
and butterflies never felt.
To dresses never worn
And a heart that will never melt.
Here's to everything you are
and to everything I'm not.
Because in the morning you will not care
And I will be forgot.