Here's to what we used to have
and guarding doors at the lav.
Here's to dinner after midnight
and to how we would rarely fight.
Here's to the games we used to play
and to the sorrows we drank away.
Here's to all the smoking we would do
and to how we used to stick like glue.
Here's to all the movies watched
and to all the plans we botched.
Here's to secrets that we shared
and to how no one else cared.
Here's to the hours of watching cable TV
and to the talk of our non-virginity.
Here's to all our inside jokes
and to all the playful pokes.
Here's to merely two hours of sleep
right before the working week.
Here's to hugging for no reason
or to heal an emotional lesion.
Here's to crying from sadness
and to crying from happiness.
So at last,
Here's to you;
Here's to me;
Here's to us
and our past.