i saw him the other day.
i don't know what to think anymore.
a part of me is hoping i'll see him again.
the rest of me is already running back to the comforting arms of the two bedroom flat in West..

i haven't been back there yet.
not since it happened.
a part of me is finding my feet wandering back there,
the rest of me want to run so fast, so far, until i lose where i've come from,
forget my name