You wrote me a letter in blue ballpoint pen. You said I could be better at being your friend. I know you’ve been through shit, so I must apologise. I didn’t help you through it, I only just realised. Amongst the scribbles and food stains you wrote of music and heartbreak, the inevitability of change and how we’d never end up that way, well... I miss you like fucking crazy. I know you’re just frustrated. I need you to come and save me. I miss you like fucking crazy. Are you lonely? I am alone. One and only, help me atone. And, you said we’d always be friends. Maybe a night of passion would be the end. I really fucking miss you. I really want to kiss you.