Romie Adler's Musical Guide

Chapter 20: "Brutal Hearts - Bedouin Soundclash"

Lyrics:

Are you the
BRUTAL HEART
Are you the
BRUTAL HEART'
That I've been looking for
Cause if you're looking for love, you can look for that door
Hearts
Hearts that break the night in two
And arms that can't hold you that true

So use me
So use me

I don't mind at all
I don't mind that you only call me when you want
And I'm just glad you want me at all
Hearts
And hearts that break the night in two
And arms that can't hold you that true

So use me
So use me

So are we
BRUTAL HEART
Are we
BRUTAL HEART
That break the nigh Tin two
Because I just want this night with you

Well I don't like the man
I don't like the man that I am
I just want this night with you
Well then lets take this night from black to blue
Well then lets take this night from black to blue

So use me
So use me

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Wanna smoke?" Myles asked me as soon as we were alone.

"Yeah, I need a smoke." I said with a sarcastic type of smile.

       I looped my arm through Myles again as we walked to get my purse, then walked out of the building together. As soon as the door to the back entrance closed behind me, I pulled out a cigarette from my pack to smoke.
       Before I lit it, I noticed that Myles wasn't lighting up a cigarette.

"Oh, when you said smoke, you meant that kinda smoke." I said quietly, even though we were the only two out here.

        Myles smirked as he blew out smoke, then extended his hand with the joint in it, to me. I looked around to make sure we really were the only two people out here, because with my luck Momma Jones would suddenly walk out and find me. I know that I shouldn't, but god damn it was so tempting, I took a puff anyway.
        I figured smoking weed tonight is better than getting shitfaced. I still have a good buzz going on, but I'm functionable, and I'll still be able to drive back to the apartment tonight. I'm sure if Momma Jones saw me drinking, she would try to convince me that I can't drive, and I should come back home with her tonight.
         It took about 15 minutes for Myles and I to finish the joint, Myles had the last puff, but he wanted to share it. Like he did this morning, Myles pressed his lips up to mine and the smoke into my mouth, and it went straight to my lungs. Even though there was no more smoke to blow out, Myles and I didn't part our lips. I leaned up against the cold brick wall of the building as Myles and I began to kiss like two people who were ready to take all their clothes off and get down to business.
       As much as I wanted to continue, I couldn't help but feel like I was a groupie in a Shawazye music video about being ready to get fucked up against a dirty wall. Especially since Myles' hand was moving up my dress, I could feel his fingers glide across my hip to where the strap of my underwear laid.