I would have stayed up with you all night

Step one, you say we need to talk. He walks, you say, "Sit down, it's just a talk." Though he smiles politely back at you, you stare politely right on through some sort of window to your right. As he goes left, you stay right. We're between the lines of fear and blame, and you begin to wonder why you came.

And I sit there and think about where did I go wrong. I think I've lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness. But I would have stayed up with you all night if I had known how to save a life.

Let him know that you know best, perhaps because after all you do know best. You try to slip past his defence without granting innocence. You try to lay down a list of what is wrong, and talk about the things you've told him all along. He prays to God that he hears you, you pray too to God that he hears you too [so in the end, who's hearing who?]

And I sit there and think about where did I go wrong. I think I've lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness. But I would have stayed up with you all night if I had known how to save a life.

And now as he begins to raise his voice and you lower yours and grant him one last choice. We'll try driving until you lose the road, or at least until you break with the ones you've followed. They will do just one of two things, perhaps he will admit to everything, or he'll say he's just not the same.

And you'll begin to wonder why you came...

And I sit there and think about where did I go wrong. I think I've lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness. But I would have stayed up with you all night if I had known how to save a life.

dear you, I deleted a whole looooooong paragraph on what I wanted to say to you. because, i think you already know.