My life is a lonely chair

 I still go to all of your games, and I will always be your only fan.

 I still remember when we used to play all day, and I can't leave that park in my mind.

 I'm still waiting for you to come home, please hurry.

 I still write best on the porch but it isn't the same without you and your music.

I still go to the parties and I still don't quite belong at them.