I spoke to you on January 6th,
Staff party at the bar and it was tragic as ****,
So I'm walking outside to have a *** and just sit,
You told me "I got something better", thought you'd hand me a spliff,
But you gave me a cigar and we were having some drinks,
Everybody's inside getting gatted and blitzed,
But us two are doing good, sipping whiskey on the rocks,
Knew we weren't allowed but we'd risk it for the shots.

Got to talking about the future, what we plan to achieve,
It was like you sprung to life and told me fabulous dreams,
I was headed back to uni, that's the standard, it seems,
But you had hunger in your stomach, made you travel and leave,
So you saved every penny from the job that we hated,
And you gave up many offers to get properly faded,
Because you knew you had to get away from offices, papers,
And all the obstacles they drop on you to stop you from greatness.

Then you left a day later.
I moved away and we soon became strangers.
I called it the trip of a lifetime, guess I was stating facts,
Because you left on a plane and you never made it back,
And now I'm on track to go and waste my days in a cubicle,
I think that's why I couldn't show my face at your funeral,
And so in life, when the hard parts have got me pacing,
I'll try to remember our last conversation.