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This Is Me Grabbing Your Heart Through the Music
2 reviewsPete grabs Lizzie's heart, yet again and Lizzie realizes just how serious Pete was when he said he loved her.
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Chapter 14- This Is Me Grabbing Your Heart Through the Music
Fluttering her eyes open, Lizzie winced as she smelt a strong odor of vanilla and axe swirling around in her room. Thinking Pete was there, she sat straight up, only to be faced by the dim light of sunrise seeping through her window curtains. Looking down, she saw a small package and a small envelope. Slowly, Lizzie hooked a finger into it, opening it and looked down at the oh-so familiar handwriting.
Lizzie-
I'm not sure how the outcome of this will be, but yes, I was in your room. You should know how I snuck in. Anyways...this is the new album. Please...just listen...
Peter
P.S. I know you don't want to her this, but I love you...
Letting the letter fall from her grip, Lizzie grabbed the package and tore through the cardboard to reveal a dark looking album, this time in a real CD case, unlike the last one. As soon as she read the title, Lizzie's breath hitched.
From Under the Cork Tree
Closing her eyes briefly, she brought it to her chest and inhaled deeply, immediately filling her nose with the scent Pete left lingering in her room. Exhaling, she tore off the plastic and opened the fresh case pulling out the CD and placing it in her stereo that sat on her bedside table. The sound of cameras flashing started the first track and Lizzie crossed her legs, sitting near her pillows, hugging one as she listened intently to every word.
"Brothers and sisters, put this record down
Take my advice 'cause we are bad news
We will leave you high and dry
It's not worth the hearing you'll lose
It's just past eight and I'm feeling young and reckless
The ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
We're only liars, but we're the best we're the best
We're only good for the latest trend
We're only good 'cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
Brothers and sisters, put these words down
Into your notebook spit lines like these
"We're good friends only when you're on your knees
Make them dance like we were shooting their feet"
Lizzie smiled at the first song; she couldn't help but listen to the fresh and new lyrics that seemed to come off Pete's head faster than she changed underwear. Sighing, she listened as the second track started, Patrick singing a line of "Ohhs".
"You only hold me up like this
'Cause you don't know who I really am
Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you
We're making out inside crashed cars
We're sleeping through all our memories
I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive
now I only waste time dreaming of you
Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
'Cause all our moves make up for the silence
And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase
Like I'll never be the same"
During the whole duration of the song, Lizzie kept feeling the tears glaze over her eyes, threatening to come out. The record would never have such an effect on any single person who ever picked this up and listened to it. She let one tear slide down her cheek as it ended with one long guitar riff. The next started, and Lizzie couldn't help but smile at the bass line that played.
"She says she's no good with words but I'm worse.
Barely stuttered out, "A joke of a romantic," stuck to my tongue.
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic.
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse" vs. "No one should ever feel like..."
I'm two quarters and a heart down.
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds.
These words are all I have so I'll write them.
So you need them just to get by"
She was sliming the entire time through the song, listening to the lyrics put to a funky and cute beat and she heard the next start to play.
Am I more than you bargained for yet?
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart , break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going own, down, in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet,
A loaded God complex cock it and pull it
The tears flooded back as the song finished but diminished as Lizzie recognized the full band version of "Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner"... her song.
"Drink down that gin and kerosene
And come spit off bridges with me
Just to keep us warm
And light a match to leave me be
Light a match to leave me be
I keep my jealousy close, close
And it's all mine
If you say this makes you happy then I'm not the only one lying
Keep quiet
nothing comes as easy as you
Can I lay in your bed all day?
I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake
the hand behind this pen relives a failure everyday"
The beginning of the next song made Lizzie tear up the instant the slight sounds of the acoustic hit her ears. Sierra had told her there was going to be one song that would make her cry, and Lizzie was guessing it was this one. She snuggled her face more into her pillow, and listened more inattentively to the lyrics, more than the music.
"Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends"
We are the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
who never had it at all
And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me
Please put the doctor on the phone because I'm not making any sense
Blame everyone else but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
I'm hopelessly hopeless, you're just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all"
By the end of the song, Lizzie was in tears, them silently streaming down her face. She recognized his voice singing the entire first part, listening as Patrick took over, like Pete had, had enough and broke down completely from the deep lyrics. She closed her eyes...not wanting to hear the rest. When she awoke, she was hearing the beginning of an up-beat tune...
"I confess, I messed up
Dropping, I'm sorry, like you're still around
And I know you dressed up
Hey kid, you'll never live this down
You're just the girl all the boys want to dance with
And I'm just a boy who's had too many chances
I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming
she said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"
I don't blame you for being you
but you can't blame me for hating it
so say, "What are you waiting for? Kiss her! Kiss her!"
I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late"
Sierra was right. Pete was using the album as a way of saying he was sorry, telling Lizzie he was "too late" and such a...prick. Brushing the newly formed tears away, Lizzie switched off her stereo and laid back down, letting the slight stench of vanilla fill her nose and the light sounds of the crickets chirping from outside fill her ears.
Fluttering her eyes open, Lizzie winced as she smelt a strong odor of vanilla and axe swirling around in her room. Thinking Pete was there, she sat straight up, only to be faced by the dim light of sunrise seeping through her window curtains. Looking down, she saw a small package and a small envelope. Slowly, Lizzie hooked a finger into it, opening it and looked down at the oh-so familiar handwriting.
Lizzie-
I'm not sure how the outcome of this will be, but yes, I was in your room. You should know how I snuck in. Anyways...this is the new album. Please...just listen...
Peter
P.S. I know you don't want to her this, but I love you...
Letting the letter fall from her grip, Lizzie grabbed the package and tore through the cardboard to reveal a dark looking album, this time in a real CD case, unlike the last one. As soon as she read the title, Lizzie's breath hitched.
From Under the Cork Tree
Closing her eyes briefly, she brought it to her chest and inhaled deeply, immediately filling her nose with the scent Pete left lingering in her room. Exhaling, she tore off the plastic and opened the fresh case pulling out the CD and placing it in her stereo that sat on her bedside table. The sound of cameras flashing started the first track and Lizzie crossed her legs, sitting near her pillows, hugging one as she listened intently to every word.
"Brothers and sisters, put this record down
Take my advice 'cause we are bad news
We will leave you high and dry
It's not worth the hearing you'll lose
It's just past eight and I'm feeling young and reckless
The ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
We're only liars, but we're the best we're the best
We're only good for the latest trend
We're only good 'cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
Brothers and sisters, put these words down
Into your notebook spit lines like these
"We're good friends only when you're on your knees
Make them dance like we were shooting their feet"
Lizzie smiled at the first song; she couldn't help but listen to the fresh and new lyrics that seemed to come off Pete's head faster than she changed underwear. Sighing, she listened as the second track started, Patrick singing a line of "Ohhs".
"You only hold me up like this
'Cause you don't know who I really am
Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you
We're making out inside crashed cars
We're sleeping through all our memories
I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive
now I only waste time dreaming of you
Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
'Cause all our moves make up for the silence
And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase
Like I'll never be the same"
During the whole duration of the song, Lizzie kept feeling the tears glaze over her eyes, threatening to come out. The record would never have such an effect on any single person who ever picked this up and listened to it. She let one tear slide down her cheek as it ended with one long guitar riff. The next started, and Lizzie couldn't help but smile at the bass line that played.
"She says she's no good with words but I'm worse.
Barely stuttered out, "A joke of a romantic," stuck to my tongue.
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic.
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse" vs. "No one should ever feel like..."
I'm two quarters and a heart down.
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds.
These words are all I have so I'll write them.
So you need them just to get by"
She was sliming the entire time through the song, listening to the lyrics put to a funky and cute beat and she heard the next start to play.
Am I more than you bargained for yet?
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart , break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going own, down, in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet,
A loaded God complex cock it and pull it
The tears flooded back as the song finished but diminished as Lizzie recognized the full band version of "Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner"... her song.
"Drink down that gin and kerosene
And come spit off bridges with me
Just to keep us warm
And light a match to leave me be
Light a match to leave me be
I keep my jealousy close, close
And it's all mine
If you say this makes you happy then I'm not the only one lying
Keep quiet
nothing comes as easy as you
Can I lay in your bed all day?
I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake
the hand behind this pen relives a failure everyday"
The beginning of the next song made Lizzie tear up the instant the slight sounds of the acoustic hit her ears. Sierra had told her there was going to be one song that would make her cry, and Lizzie was guessing it was this one. She snuggled her face more into her pillow, and listened more inattentively to the lyrics, more than the music.
"Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends"
We are the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
who never had it at all
And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me
Please put the doctor on the phone because I'm not making any sense
Blame everyone else but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
I'm hopelessly hopeless, you're just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all"
By the end of the song, Lizzie was in tears, them silently streaming down her face. She recognized his voice singing the entire first part, listening as Patrick took over, like Pete had, had enough and broke down completely from the deep lyrics. She closed her eyes...not wanting to hear the rest. When she awoke, she was hearing the beginning of an up-beat tune...
"I confess, I messed up
Dropping, I'm sorry, like you're still around
And I know you dressed up
Hey kid, you'll never live this down
You're just the girl all the boys want to dance with
And I'm just a boy who's had too many chances
I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming
she said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"
I don't blame you for being you
but you can't blame me for hating it
so say, "What are you waiting for? Kiss her! Kiss her!"
I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late"
Sierra was right. Pete was using the album as a way of saying he was sorry, telling Lizzie he was "too late" and such a...prick. Brushing the newly formed tears away, Lizzie switched off her stereo and laid back down, letting the slight stench of vanilla fill her nose and the light sounds of the crickets chirping from outside fill her ears.
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