Lyrics:
Don't try and tell me you've been looking for me
Cause I've been looking for you
And I can read what you think. Yea.
Don't cut no corners when you're talking to me
Like I don't know how it is
But, I can see all of it
We always have to wait (wait)
By the choice we had to make (make)
You sold yourself short
Is this the way to carry on?
In the most UNEXPECTED PLACES
Don't try and tell me you've been thinking of us
Cause I will never believe you now
You're shit out of luck. Yea
Don't cut no corners when you're looking for me
Like you don't know how it is.
We always have to wait (wait)
By the choice we had to make (make)
You sold yourself so short
In this the way to carry on?
In the most UNEXPECTED PLACES
We always have been caged
By the choices we make
You sold yourself so short
Is that the way we carry on?
In the most UNEXPECTED PLACES
I see change
In the most UNEXPECTED PLACES
I see change
We sold ourselves so short
Is this the way to carry on?
Is this the way to carry on?
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After Nolan sobered up a little bit, we all jumped into a cab and went back to the Jones'. When the cab dropped Nolan and I off, I had to help Nolan out of the back seat even though he insisted he could stand on his own two feet; so outside of the cab I let him. I leaned in back into the cab to say my goodnight to Charlie, but she was already scooted to the edge of the backseat so I didn't have to lean too far in.
Charlie told me that I have to drive her to the airport tomorrow to catch her afternoon flight, and said that if I forget, she would call me. I remembered, but Charlie was apparently too drunk to remember that she told me this when we were sober. I just told her "ok," then attempted to give her a hug goodnight, but she decided to give a kiss goodnight instead.
Ok, and that's how you know Charlie is just sloshed out of her mind, she's going to have a fun moving tomorrow. I told the cab drive where to go because I was worried Charlie would forget where she lives, then peeled Nolan off of where he was on the side of the cab.
I couldn't believe that I was the one keeping my shit together tonight -- my little fight with Zane doesn't count, he was being a fucking dickhead, and I didn't do anything wrong. I can walk, talk, and not look like Nolan about to puke his brains out -- like we were living in a Wallpaper. song.
I'm just glad that Nolan isn't the type of drunk that has to scream as soon as he enters a room -- he passed that stage already -- because walking in the house would be like an alarm going off.
I slowly helped Nolan get up the stairs and to his bedroom, making sure not to wake up Momma Jones, because I didn't want to be banished to hell just yet. Maybe after the bands new CD comes out, so after I see that happen is a good time.
I felt like a mom as I took off Nolan's shoes and threw an extra blanket over him, because he was already passed out on his bed. He was so excited to see his bed when we walked into his room that he just collapsed and closed his eyes. I made sure he was breathing, on his side in case he threw up his garbage can be by the edge of the bed.
For the morn, because I've been there before and probably will be tomorrow, I got him a glass of water from downstairs and some Advil. I put them both on his nightstand by his bed, so as soon as he wakes up and feeling the banging in his head, he'll have the temporary cure right there.
I left Nolan snoring peacefully away, then walked out of the house and across the yard to my own bed. I kicked off my shoes, took off my dress, and crawled unto the covers. Before I finally closed my eyes and feel asleep, I was contemplating on whether I was more mad at myself or Zane? Either way it was, I wanted to punch someone in the face until my knuckles bleed. I decided to go to bed instead, good life choices Romie, good life choices. The last thought that I had was, "I wonder what sweet and innocent Zane would think about me locking lips with another woman?
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Romie Adler's Musical Guide
RomanceRomie Adler has been a devoted fan of music since she could remember, so much so that she chose a career path that involved making it; the words of the music that is. She is so close to graduating from UCLA with a degree in songwriting that she can...
