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Leave Lovers Dead in Ditches
Romanceisdead11
Chapter Twenty- three:
Nails for Breakfast Tacks for Snacks
"And with the way you've been talking every word gets you a step closer to hell."
We were back in L.A. recording our deluxe album. I had written three new songs for this album, and I had convinced Pete to sing with me on a song that was all too special for us. I looked back to my husband behind the glass. I finally noticed that we had to become more of a couple the rest of the tour because we didn't have Charlie, and when we got back we'd have no time together.
"Alright love, are you ready?" Pete asked. I nodded, and he started up the music.
Have you ever
Danced with the devil
In the pale moonlight?
Neither have I
But I heard it's worth your soul
Or so they say
Or so they say
Chorus
The blood that drips (NICE RED DROPS)
From my porcelain wrists
Still won't erase (IT WON'T GO AWAY)
The pain of your kiss
The blood that drips
From my porcelain wrists (BREAK LIKE A DOLL)
Still won't erase
The pain of your kiss (HURTS MORE THEN THE RAZORBLADE)
End of Chorus
I want to hold you close
Soft breath
Beating heart
As I whisper
I want to
Fucking tear you
Apart
Chorus
The blood that drips (NICE RED DROPS)
From my porcelain wrists
Still won't erase (IT WON'T GO AWAY)
The pain of your kiss
The blood that drips
From my porcelain wrists (BREAK LIKE A DOLL)
Still won't erase
The pain of your kiss (HURTS MORE THAN THE RAZORBLADE)
End of Chorus
Bridge
I want to stay in love
With my sorrow
Where you go
I will follow
To put it nicely
I hope you choke
End of Bridge
Chorus
The blood that drips (NICE RED DROPS)
From my porcelain wrists
Still won't erase (IT WON'T GO AWAY)
The pain of your kiss
The blood that drips
From my porcelain wrists (BREAK LIKE A DOLL)
Still won't erase
The pain of your kiss (HURTS MORE THAN THE RAZORBLADE)
End of Chorus
Bridge
I want to stay in love
With my sorrow
Where you go
I will follow
To put it nicely
I hope you choke
I want to stay in love
With my sorrow
Where you go
I will follow
To put it nicely
I hope you choke
End of Bridge
To put it nicely (OH SO NICELY)
I hope you choke
On your apologies (IT BETTER HURT)
I came out of the booth for a fifteen minute break. "I really like that song, love. What is it called?" Pete asked as he held me in his arms.
I took a sip of my honey and tea, "I think I'll call it My Interview with Revenge. How does that sound?"
"Hmm. I like it. I still can't believe you talked me into singing. I probably suck," he said.
I laughed, "Have you even tried?"
"No," he nodded his head. "Maybe I should try."
"I mean, sweetie, you sing back up," I pointed out.
He smiled, "Yeah, but my voice is covered up my Patrick's amazing vocals. You have to remember that."
"Oh, yeah sorry I forgot," I said, and Pete chuckled.
I got up after the break and got back into the booth.
We then started the second song: Writing Pretty Words for a Ugly Ending.
I hold your
Secrets in white houses
Hoping I don't burst at the seems
Because you were so
Good at lying
In bed and
Untruthfully
Chorus
I think about you
All the fucking time
And it hurts to talk
Because every word
That comes out of my mouth
Is about you
I'm totally in love with
Who I thought you were
End of Chorus
Bridge
Oh, it was love
From the first time
I pressed my lips
Against yours
End of Bridge
Chorus
I think about you
All the fucking time
And it hurts to talk
Because every word
That comes out of my mouth
Is about you
I'm totally in love with
Who I thought you were
End of Chorus
When there's beauty
In the breakdown
You can't blame me
For looking gorgeous
With mascara running
Down my cheeks
Bridge
Oh, it was love
From the first time
I pressed my lips
Against yours
End of Bridge
Musical break (guitar solo by Zack)
Bridge
Oh, it was love
From the first time
I pressed my lips
Against yours
End of Bridge
I laughed at Pete making funny faces at me through the glass. I had to recover quickly before he started the next track.
Let's commit the perfect crime
I'll steal your heart
And you'll steal mine
And they say talk is cheap
So I bought every word
You ever said
Chorus
I hate myself
And I hate my face
And I hate my world
And I hate my ways
It's not hard to dream
I'm my own quarantine
End of Chorus
How come is it
I'm always stuck with
These emotions
And just because the roses wilt
Doesn't mean I have to feel that way
As well
Chorus
I hate myself
And I hate my face
And I hate my world
And I hate my ways
It's not hard to dream
I'm my own quarantine
End of Chorus
I've got bite marks
On my tongue
From all the things
I never said
You were my bars
Upon my window
And with blood red hands
I gave you my heart
And you made it bleed more
Don't call me romantic
This is the worst I've ever been
Chorus
I hate myself
And I hate my face
And I hate the world
And I hate my ways
It's not hard to dream
I'm my own quarantine
End of Chorus
I came out of the booth, and ran up to Pete. I kissed him passionately. "What was that for?" he asked.
"You just amaze me," I said.
"What do I have to do to amaze you tonight?" he asked.
He laughed, and smiled, "A little much as nothing. You're perfect."
He then followed me into the booth so we could record our cover.
We were singing Only Hope by Mandy Moore. It was one of my favorite love songs, and Pete truly was my only hope.
M: There's a song that's inside of my soul.
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But you sing to me over and over and over again
So I lay my head back down
and I lift my hands and pray
to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
P: Sing to me the song of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again
So I lay my head back down,
and I lift my hands and pray
to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
M: I give you my destiny
P: I'm giving you all of me
M: I want your symphony
P: Singing in all that I am
M: At the top of my lungs
I'm giving it back
B: So I lay my head back down,
and I lift my hands and pray
to be only yours I pray
to be only yours I pray
to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
A/N: Again happy holidays. I'll try to get one up tomorrow to make up for my absence of late.
Romanceisdead11
Chapter Twenty- three:
Nails for Breakfast Tacks for Snacks
"And with the way you've been talking every word gets you a step closer to hell."
We were back in L.A. recording our deluxe album. I had written three new songs for this album, and I had convinced Pete to sing with me on a song that was all too special for us. I looked back to my husband behind the glass. I finally noticed that we had to become more of a couple the rest of the tour because we didn't have Charlie, and when we got back we'd have no time together.
"Alright love, are you ready?" Pete asked. I nodded, and he started up the music.
Have you ever
Danced with the devil
In the pale moonlight?
Neither have I
But I heard it's worth your soul
Or so they say
Or so they say
Chorus
The blood that drips (NICE RED DROPS)
From my porcelain wrists
Still won't erase (IT WON'T GO AWAY)
The pain of your kiss
The blood that drips
From my porcelain wrists (BREAK LIKE A DOLL)
Still won't erase
The pain of your kiss (HURTS MORE THEN THE RAZORBLADE)
End of Chorus
I want to hold you close
Soft breath
Beating heart
As I whisper
I want to
Fucking tear you
Apart
Chorus
The blood that drips (NICE RED DROPS)
From my porcelain wrists
Still won't erase (IT WON'T GO AWAY)
The pain of your kiss
The blood that drips
From my porcelain wrists (BREAK LIKE A DOLL)
Still won't erase
The pain of your kiss (HURTS MORE THAN THE RAZORBLADE)
End of Chorus
Bridge
I want to stay in love
With my sorrow
Where you go
I will follow
To put it nicely
I hope you choke
End of Bridge
Chorus
The blood that drips (NICE RED DROPS)
From my porcelain wrists
Still won't erase (IT WON'T GO AWAY)
The pain of your kiss
The blood that drips
From my porcelain wrists (BREAK LIKE A DOLL)
Still won't erase
The pain of your kiss (HURTS MORE THAN THE RAZORBLADE)
End of Chorus
Bridge
I want to stay in love
With my sorrow
Where you go
I will follow
To put it nicely
I hope you choke
I want to stay in love
With my sorrow
Where you go
I will follow
To put it nicely
I hope you choke
End of Bridge
To put it nicely (OH SO NICELY)
I hope you choke
On your apologies (IT BETTER HURT)
I came out of the booth for a fifteen minute break. "I really like that song, love. What is it called?" Pete asked as he held me in his arms.
I took a sip of my honey and tea, "I think I'll call it My Interview with Revenge. How does that sound?"
"Hmm. I like it. I still can't believe you talked me into singing. I probably suck," he said.
I laughed, "Have you even tried?"
"No," he nodded his head. "Maybe I should try."
"I mean, sweetie, you sing back up," I pointed out.
He smiled, "Yeah, but my voice is covered up my Patrick's amazing vocals. You have to remember that."
"Oh, yeah sorry I forgot," I said, and Pete chuckled.
I got up after the break and got back into the booth.
We then started the second song: Writing Pretty Words for a Ugly Ending.
I hold your
Secrets in white houses
Hoping I don't burst at the seems
Because you were so
Good at lying
In bed and
Untruthfully
Chorus
I think about you
All the fucking time
And it hurts to talk
Because every word
That comes out of my mouth
Is about you
I'm totally in love with
Who I thought you were
End of Chorus
Bridge
Oh, it was love
From the first time
I pressed my lips
Against yours
End of Bridge
Chorus
I think about you
All the fucking time
And it hurts to talk
Because every word
That comes out of my mouth
Is about you
I'm totally in love with
Who I thought you were
End of Chorus
When there's beauty
In the breakdown
You can't blame me
For looking gorgeous
With mascara running
Down my cheeks
Bridge
Oh, it was love
From the first time
I pressed my lips
Against yours
End of Bridge
Musical break (guitar solo by Zack)
Bridge
Oh, it was love
From the first time
I pressed my lips
Against yours
End of Bridge
I laughed at Pete making funny faces at me through the glass. I had to recover quickly before he started the next track.
Let's commit the perfect crime
I'll steal your heart
And you'll steal mine
And they say talk is cheap
So I bought every word
You ever said
Chorus
I hate myself
And I hate my face
And I hate my world
And I hate my ways
It's not hard to dream
I'm my own quarantine
End of Chorus
How come is it
I'm always stuck with
These emotions
And just because the roses wilt
Doesn't mean I have to feel that way
As well
Chorus
I hate myself
And I hate my face
And I hate my world
And I hate my ways
It's not hard to dream
I'm my own quarantine
End of Chorus
I've got bite marks
On my tongue
From all the things
I never said
You were my bars
Upon my window
And with blood red hands
I gave you my heart
And you made it bleed more
Don't call me romantic
This is the worst I've ever been
Chorus
I hate myself
And I hate my face
And I hate the world
And I hate my ways
It's not hard to dream
I'm my own quarantine
End of Chorus
I came out of the booth, and ran up to Pete. I kissed him passionately. "What was that for?" he asked.
"You just amaze me," I said.
"What do I have to do to amaze you tonight?" he asked.
He laughed, and smiled, "A little much as nothing. You're perfect."
He then followed me into the booth so we could record our cover.
We were singing Only Hope by Mandy Moore. It was one of my favorite love songs, and Pete truly was my only hope.
M: There's a song that's inside of my soul.
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But you sing to me over and over and over again
So I lay my head back down
and I lift my hands and pray
to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
P: Sing to me the song of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again
So I lay my head back down,
and I lift my hands and pray
to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
M: I give you my destiny
P: I'm giving you all of me
M: I want your symphony
P: Singing in all that I am
M: At the top of my lungs
I'm giving it back
B: So I lay my head back down,
and I lift my hands and pray
to be only yours I pray
to be only yours I pray
to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
A/N: Again happy holidays. I'll try to get one up tomorrow to make up for my absence of late.
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