It had taken a whole lot of begging to get Professor Sanders to match us as lab partners

And maybe a little blackmail, but hey I couldn't help who I was.

But apparently neither could you.

We spent a few days working in the library

You were nice as usual, but that was it.

I tried to talk to you about your family, basketball, school

Jesus, I even asked about your bimbo girlfriend

But there was no emotion, no passion, no life.

You were like a candle that forgot just how  bright it could burn

Little did you know I had a box full of matches with your name on it.