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".
Of my head