Sung by Edwin McCain

Jim, did I ever tell you how happy you made me? First you agreed to be my thesis though you hate being poked and prodded. Then you allowed me to move in with you despite Larry, you took me along with you though you thought me a nuisance. And now. Now here we are, I’m in your arms, in your bed, and in your heart.

Even in your sleep you smile to me. Even though I know you are exhausted, you hold me tight. Sometimes its hard for you to hold me but you always do.

I’ve never been real religious but thank you, God. Thank you for Jim.

Yes, for the rest of your life I am yours, Jim. Even after, I am yours.

I would not dare ask for more, if I get to greedy, you may be taken away from me and I’ll not risk that. I can’t Jim. I need you.

Your eyes, Jim. They tell me everything about you. When you are angry they become ice chips, when you are scared they blaze, when you are happy they shine like the sky on a clear summer day.

Everything Jim. I meant it when I married you. Everything and Always.

Heaven is being in your arms, and hell is being apart from you. If I believed in hell, which I don’t. So I guess I’ll never be apart from you, huh, man?

Lying in your arms, and hearing this song makes me remember that I could lose you so easily but I won’t, Jim. I refuse to.

It sucks, man, five months as your husband then I became your burden. Yet you never resent it. You never make me feel unwanted or trouble. I love you Jim

Sometimes I sit, waiting for you to finish up and come home, all I can think of are the moments I’m with you. Jim, I wish I could be a cop with you. I wish that the bullet had missed me. I wish I could walk again. I wished I had checked my vest. I didn’t and now I can’t be on the job with you. I wish that… I’m sorry, Jim.

I never would.