He remembers the lights dancing around in his vision.
He remembers the hot, sticky air clinging to his lungs.
He remembers the pounding of the bass ricocheting through his brain.

But that's all.

I remember the way he held me close like I was his most prized possession.
I remember his hand gripped on my waist, protecting me from everything.
I remember dancing with his arms wrapped around me, enveloping me into a safe haven.

But I guess that's what happens when you're in a lying state.