Looking back at what we did I remember it all Through the prism of that first hit.Dearly you held me,Undone by actions,Socks on the floor, Hair shaped by days. I said yes to all the colours,The shapes you professed.Lastly the damage doneFun, end of our time.  You’re just another stick in the mud,Drugs at dusk sweet talking at yourCommand. Try everything once, I always probed to all kind. Sixtee...