“If you were a drug I would die in your ecstasy and your name would be utopia.
I would gladly jump a thousand feet into an pitch black lake just to have something to remember in mid-November when the darkness wraps around us.
I remember the sun, who refused to go down.
I remember your naked back; the most beautiful painting I’ve ever seen.
I remember you kissed me and all I could think of was;
Don’t forget me, don’t forget me.”