He's sick

I'm blind

Help him


Too much

Too soon


Your friend's room.

It was a two hour journey on two trains, but every Sunday I would visit you

in Coventry, because I was insane without you, and long afternoons spent

drinking wine and smoking cigarettes, and listening to music, in your

best friend's bedroom are memories that shall never fade away, even though

I once missed my train and had to spend the night in Birmingham, I will

always think of you when I say "love".

I'm sick

He's dead

Get out

Of my head