I could be your wrecking ball and tear down every wall that seemed to thwart you and I know I´m not tough but I would fuck the fucker up who try to hurt you
We could sail to Neverland and rent a flat for 1300 Euros or I could drive you up the coast to an apartment in your favorite of the burroughs
I could go to Iceland, but I´d make new friends and only talk about you and I know I´m a mess but I would be an even bigger mess without you
And when I die, I hope my name fades with my ashes and all that remains is a brief revival of mustaches and one contagious smile from when you said something witty that to this day spreads through the faces of this city