Forget Us (part 2)

Cough cough, sniff sniff and so the story goes. My eyes are getting heavy and I begin to doze. I dream of fields of green with hootchies pitched by a tree. This is what you leave behind, cant you see. You're saying goodbye to waking in the grass. Mist hanging about and someone complaining about their wet arse. The nights we spent together by the fire. This is what you leave behind and to say you wouldn't miss it, then you're a great lier. You are my friend cant you see? You mean the world to me!