Take me back to when the cider was heavy, and the way was long and unsure. Take me back to the days that I kissed with patience and naive certainty - those days when I never wasted a beer. Take me back to that bedroom, that first kiss, that feeling. To when I was her waking thought, her lunchtime talk, and her goodnight kiss. To when I was her first, first love, introduced to her father over fish and chips. Take me back to the day that I spent in high school that lasted twenty-two years. To me and Ian Curtis holding on for dear life. Just take me out of this sequence, and back to those hours of my youth upon the canal’s edge. Where the water was polluted, but our minds were crystal clear.