Ten miles from town and I just broke down
Spittin' out smoke on the side of the road

Francis hadn't looked behind him. It was no question that he felt remorse, he shouldn't have said it. But it was a little late for that now.

I'm out here alone just tryin' to get home
To tell you I was wrong but you already know

Oh, how he had been wrong. Hadn't he seen how Alfred was the only thing he needed? Hadn't he seen how Alfred needed him?

Believe me I won't stop at nothin'
To see you so I've started runnin'

Francis stood up, and picked up the bag he'd taken with him. He started running, determined to see Alfred again.

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you

Laughter. Alfred's beautiful, obnoxious laughter, when he was happy, when Francis had cooked for him, when he'd accept his gifts, every little smile, was so beautiful to Francis.

I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after

Ever after is a long time. Forever. There is no end. But, if you're happy, you don't want there to be an end, now do you? You never want to end the happy times anyways. So ever after would never be a problem.

After the life we've been through
'Cause I know there's no life after you

Sure, the two of them would have arguments, and sure, they would have their up and downs, but the Frenchman couldn't possibly stay mad at his adorkable American boyfriend. It was impossible.

Last time we talked, the night that I walked
Burns like an iron in the back of my mind

Francis laughed at the memory. Oh, the mistakes. How could he have been so blind? He was so mad he walked away. But, did he stay mad? No, because he couldn't.

I must've been high to say you and I
Weren't meant to be and just wasting my time

He regretted saying that. He knew Alfred was the only one for him. He would never be a waste of his time. He, the one who knew everything about love, should have seen that.

Oh, why did I ever doubt you?
You know I would die here without you

To die verb (dies, dying, died)
To stop living
To be forgotten
To stop functioning
Perhaps Francis would undergo all of them, without Al. He'd be nothing, he'd stop functioning, he'd be forgotten, and he'd stop living eventually. Everyone stops living eventually. Even countries, like them.

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you
I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after
After the life we've been through
'Cause I know there's no life after you

Life after Alfred... Was it possible? Francis wasn't so sure. Alfred was his everything. He'd have nothing without him.

You and I, right or wrong, there's no other one

There's no-one else for Francis. There wasn't and there never would be.

After this time I spent alone

Four days. Four days to think. Four days, in which he'd been more numb than any time else in his life.

It's hard to believe that a man with sight could be so blind
Thinkin' 'bout the better times, must've been outta my mind

Francis had been blind. He'd been oblivious to anything he'd ever felt, and anything Al had ever felt.

So I'm runnin' back to tell you

Francis saw himself approaching the house the two of them had stayed in. He shut off his brain until he reached the front door. He ringed the doorbell, once, twice, before Alfred finally opened it. He looked awful, his eyes bloodshot and his cheeks red with tear stains.

"All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
Without you God knows what I'd do"

Francis said before stepping inside. He closed the door, and closed the door before hugging Al tightly.

"All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you
I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after
After the life we've been through
'Cause I know there's no life after you"

Francis looked into Alfred's eyes. This was where he belonged, this was where he was happy.

"Could you forgive me for being such a gigantic, egocentric asshole, mon amour?" He asked, not shifting his gaze away.

Alfred didn't look away either. "How could I not?" He asked. "I've been crying my eyes out for four days straight! I love you, dammit!" He said, laying his head on Francis shoulder, with his face in the crook of Francis' neck.

"No, there's no life after you" Francis repeated one more time.