Only 6 more days until we leave this little attic flat, never to look back. Sitting here on the kitchen worktop so that I can smoke out of the window, I'm going to miss it a little bit. Just because it was MY shitty little flat with a city view. I'm getting into the swing of drinking again, which is not a good thing. Take me, literally,have me to hold, i think of you so much it turns my mind cold, have me, take me, into your head, I, err, think i like ya, kinda, indecisions hurt ma head, i "really" don't mind ya touchin' me or bin under ma skin.... come a lil' closer, i might actually let the bad parts in ..... Oops too late cos tha bad's already in... it comes from within'! You've already had/got me...Cos i'm thinkin' of you! From Craig to me last summer.