recall the time we straddled your windowpane smoked the last of the weed that sent you insane in a public loo in a borough of london that i won t mention you phoned me in minnesota said you had a vital question and as we smoked you feared you neighbours might see we watched a fox rip out the contents of each bin bag that lined the road and then you turned to see me mouth those entrails are how i ll feel when you decide to leave me now i ve a whole lot of hate for the island since your friends buried you down there six feet deep beneath the sand but at least i know we ll never be that far now from each other just a couple of hundred feet either side of sea level it s no lie if the waters rose and drowned that place from coast to coast you wouldn t see this smile leave my face for all eternity