It's not an ending at all

In a dresser drawer there is a letter and its signed forever yours
Every word was crafted with such care but it just stays there in that
Old dresser drawer
In the bedroom of a suburban broken home there is a boy in bed and
Tonight he's not alone and in his bed resides a stranger some other lost
And broken soul and he thinks of the one he loves as the window lets in
The cold as he whispers
Oh my love tonight we're limitless and free and if you're sleeping with
Another I know you're wishing it was me in those sheets why do we wind
Up in such awful situations the ones that we've created well I know
Tonight i'm coming home
In the still of a febuary night there is a girl in bed and she's
Clunching her blankets till her knuckles turn white and the silence is
Broken with both a whisper and a sigh and as the tears run swell in her
Eyes she looks to window as she cries out
Oh my love tonight we're limitless and free and if you're sleeping with
Another I know you're wishing it was me I know how bad you missed me how
Bad you want to kiss me just know that tonight I'm coming home