Way back when we met,
I listened when we spoke.
Few years back,
When we both used to smoke.

In those halcyon days,
Never did it clash.
Calling round to yours,
Beer’s and some hash.

From happily single to trapped in a room,
To sitting pretending to like a shit tune.

Thing’s went south and resulted in fears,
When I look in your eyes, I close both of my ears.