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Move Along
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Leave Lovers Dead in Ditches
Romanceisdead11
Chapter Thirty -three:
Move Along
"Just to make it through move along."
"I'd like it to end with the chorus, Patrick," I said looking at the rock star sitting beside by hospital bed in a chair. He was holding his acoustic guitar in one hand, and a pen and paper in the other. He nodded, and wrote down some notes.
Pete's birthday was in three days, and I was writing him one last song for him. He could call it whatever he wanted, and it would be something from the heart, something he could play, or listen to whenever he got lonely.
"Alright, I added the last part are you ready to perform it for him?" Patrick asked moving in his uncomfortable hospital chair.
We had moved into the hospital because home care had gotten difficult. I hated hospitals. It was no place to write a song, and certainly no place for me. It smelt sterile, yet I could still hint at the scent of corpses rotting away in the morgue downstairs. I had gotten a private room because this hospital was a big fan of Fall Out Boy/Eurydice Fall. I didn't like the luxury. I would rather be more comfortable with a roommate I could talk to, and make friends with. One last friend to make before I die.
I nodded, "Yeah, bring him in."
He went out into the hallway, and brought the eyeliner wearing, girl jean bearing bassist inside the room. Patrick closed the door behind him, and took his seat. Pete took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Pete, happy early birthday. Here's your present," I said. I nodded over to Patrick and he started playing, and I started singing.
I've loved everything about you that hurts, so
Let me see your moves,
Let me see your moves
Lips pressed this close to mine,
True blue
But the prince of every failing empire knows that
Everybody wants, everybody wants
To drive on through the night
If it's a drive back home
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
You almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying,
I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the char, third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind
But I've got a lousy arm
And I've traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down
Whenever I'm down
Figured on not figuring myself out
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
I almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
Born under a bad sign, but you saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
"Cross my heart and hope to die
Splintered from the headboard in my eye"
Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well
Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange
It's a strange was of saying
That I knew I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
I looked at Pete, and for a time we just stared into one another's eyes. It was like we just met for the first something. I noticed again that his eyes were a chocolate brown, no turd brown or spinach green. Again they were bright like embers, and his bangs laid over the right eye. His look was of sadness, acceptance, or maybe it was desire and passion. His emotion were always the same to me. He grabbed my face in his hands, and I felt the calluses on his fingers. He pressed his lips to mine, and we shared a kiss. A kiss I knew I would remember forever. I never would forget him, and I never would let him forget me. I thought that maybe at that exact moment I could relate to Juliet. When Pete died I wanted the heavens to cut him up into tiny little pieces, spread him out over the sky. That way heaven would seem more beautiful to me, that way everyone would love night, and hate day.
He broke the kiss, and looked at me. His eyes asked if I had one last thing to say, and I did. "Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all."
A tear slid down our faces, and my fate became sealed.
A/N: Alright, I'm sad to say Pete's point of view will show up in the next chapter along with some quotes from the new album. G. I. N. A. S. F. S. is NOT my song. I borrowed it. The words are Pete's and the melody is Patrick's.
Romanceisdead11
Chapter Thirty -three:
Move Along
"Just to make it through move along."
"I'd like it to end with the chorus, Patrick," I said looking at the rock star sitting beside by hospital bed in a chair. He was holding his acoustic guitar in one hand, and a pen and paper in the other. He nodded, and wrote down some notes.
Pete's birthday was in three days, and I was writing him one last song for him. He could call it whatever he wanted, and it would be something from the heart, something he could play, or listen to whenever he got lonely.
"Alright, I added the last part are you ready to perform it for him?" Patrick asked moving in his uncomfortable hospital chair.
We had moved into the hospital because home care had gotten difficult. I hated hospitals. It was no place to write a song, and certainly no place for me. It smelt sterile, yet I could still hint at the scent of corpses rotting away in the morgue downstairs. I had gotten a private room because this hospital was a big fan of Fall Out Boy/Eurydice Fall. I didn't like the luxury. I would rather be more comfortable with a roommate I could talk to, and make friends with. One last friend to make before I die.
I nodded, "Yeah, bring him in."
He went out into the hallway, and brought the eyeliner wearing, girl jean bearing bassist inside the room. Patrick closed the door behind him, and took his seat. Pete took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Pete, happy early birthday. Here's your present," I said. I nodded over to Patrick and he started playing, and I started singing.
I've loved everything about you that hurts, so
Let me see your moves,
Let me see your moves
Lips pressed this close to mine,
True blue
But the prince of every failing empire knows that
Everybody wants, everybody wants
To drive on through the night
If it's a drive back home
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
You almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying,
I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
I've already given up on myself twice
Third time is the char, third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind
But I've got a lousy arm
And I've traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I'm down
Whenever I'm down
Figured on not figuring myself out
Things aren't the same anymore
Some nights, they get so bad
I almost pick up the phone
Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
Born under a bad sign, but you saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
"Cross my heart and hope to die
Splintered from the headboard in my eye"
Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well
Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes,
You know it's strange
It's a strange was of saying
That I knew I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
I looked at Pete, and for a time we just stared into one another's eyes. It was like we just met for the first something. I noticed again that his eyes were a chocolate brown, no turd brown or spinach green. Again they were bright like embers, and his bangs laid over the right eye. His look was of sadness, acceptance, or maybe it was desire and passion. His emotion were always the same to me. He grabbed my face in his hands, and I felt the calluses on his fingers. He pressed his lips to mine, and we shared a kiss. A kiss I knew I would remember forever. I never would forget him, and I never would let him forget me. I thought that maybe at that exact moment I could relate to Juliet. When Pete died I wanted the heavens to cut him up into tiny little pieces, spread him out over the sky. That way heaven would seem more beautiful to me, that way everyone would love night, and hate day.
He broke the kiss, and looked at me. His eyes asked if I had one last thing to say, and I did. "Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all."
A tear slid down our faces, and my fate became sealed.
A/N: Alright, I'm sad to say Pete's point of view will show up in the next chapter along with some quotes from the new album. G. I. N. A. S. F. S. is NOT my song. I borrowed it. The words are Pete's and the melody is Patrick's.
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