I got a reason for this neverlasting crying so listen nonce you get a headacheninterrupt me and whistlenbut don’t stop the beatnthe beat is the streetnthe only way my words ndare to come out of mennonce upon a time therenwas just you and menheading to the southnto join the “embassy” nwe rocked the beachnwe got lost in dreamsnthe most important thing wasnhow to get us some weednntime’s been on a highway since thennbefore we even blinkednwe were divided againnwithout a chance to stop the changena million miles away from the point nwe were friendsnnever and ever we were friendsnnever forever we were friendsnndid you every really thoughtnthat it could happen to benthat we could fall apartnjust like it happened indeednm-a-n-f-r-e-dnI never wanted you to be nlike fucking menncan you remembernhow it was like to seenthe fading of the sunnwhen it drowned in the seanwith a pack of six fillednwith sense of glissnI’d be lying if I saidnthat I don’t miss thisnntime’s been on a highway since then…nnhold the memory tight