Last To Know

You say you love me, but I'm not sure. I'm in the same place I was before. Yet there is no knock at my door. You say you love me but I'm not sure. Because on the night stand there next to my bed. Is a box of Old rings. Given back to me time and time again. From her finger back to my hand. That don't mean nothing to no one but me. Sometimes I wonder why I even keep. Hanging on when you have let go. and it seems I'm always the last to know. I've had the same number for so many years. Why I don't change it is probably clear. thought you have only called twice in four years it gives me comfort to know you have me near. That don't mean nothing to no one but me. Sometimes I wonder why I even keep. Hanging on when you have let go. and it seems I'm always the last to know. In the closet is an old photo book Where I keep all the pictures she took. there on the front in grey. I have written yesterday. That don't mean nothing to no one but me. Sometimes I wonder why I even keep. Hanging on when you have let go. and it seems I'm always the last to know.