Short Stories

Going Out In Style

Paramore: You'll Go Out In Style.

'I'm sitting in a room, Made up of only big white walls and in the hall There are people looking through The window in the door they know exactly what we're here for.'

My cold body stayed still on the floor as the people looked through.

'Don't look up Just let them think There's no place else You'd rather be.'

I didn't look up in fear they might laugh.

'You're always on display For everyone to watch and learn from, Don't you know by now, You can't turn back Because this road is all you'll ever have.'

They always looked at me with eyes that said, this is what you get. I couldn't turn back time, not this time.

'And it's obvious that you're dying, dying. Just living proof that the camera's lying. And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night. So smile'

I smiled and got up. Blood was on my hands as I was bleeding, dying.

'cause you'll go out in style.

You'll go out in style.'

I almost collapsed again.

'If you let me I could,

I'd show you how to build your fences, Set restrictions, separate from the world. The constant battle that you hate to fight, Just blame the limelight.'

I just stood there, isolated. In the limelight.

Don't look up

Just let them think

There's no place else

You'd rather be.

I still didn't look up.

'And now you can't turn back

Because this road is all you'll ever have.'

I grabbed my arms as I thought about freedom.

'And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.

Just living proof that the camera's lying.

And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night.

So smile.'

I smiled even wider as the room got colder.

'Yeah, yeah you're asking for it

With every breath that you breathe in

Just breathe it in.

Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess

You do all this big talking

So now let's see you walk it.

I said let's see you walk it.'

They came in and bound me with shackles because I broke the mirror in the room.

'Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess

You do all this big talking

So now let's see you walk it.

I said let's see you walk it.'

I moved the shackles and try made a sound. This wouldn't stop me.

'And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.

Just living proof that the camera's lying.

And oh oh open wide, yeah oh oh open wide.

Yeah, oh oh open wide,

'Cause you'll go out in style.

You'll go out in style.'

I escaped. And I was free. I got out in style.