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guitar

OKAY SO BEFORE THIS STARTS IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR A LONG TIME A LOT OF STUFF HAS BEEN HAPPENING

y/n's pov
the sun is setting and i see my old guitar in the corner of my closet and i say "wonder if i could still play.." i grab my guitar and begin playing a song i used to play, i also begin to sing

"strawberry stained fingertips chain smoking binge-watching netflix bike grease in my hair blood on your jeans blisters on your feet a huge grin full of teeth the california drought the smell after the thunderstorm that knocked the power out . sweat soaks up my handle bars . i want to die with all my scars . if they don't like the way we are , then fuck them . and i stayed up , chain smoking in the kitchen until you got home and the curtains were on fire . fuck , i'm sorry you feel all alone . with the t v blasting shadows on my face — hitching back to the apartment — it was such a lonely place . i place my head between my knees and think:
" do you ever have nights like these ? "
so separated from my sense of self and the shit you keep up on your bookshelf . so i just take another sip . i keep falling off and eating shit and forgetting to unclip . the sun will rise another time , for now it's me and you , our bikes : we trip and stumble , laughing , to the park . the flea bites laid out on my wrist the heart shaped blister on my palm the handlebars had etched my body is out on my back porch my brain is fucking somewhere else , on the roof with the flags we torched ."

ranboos pov

as im downstairs i hear a guitar i go up stairs into y/ns room, i saw her playing guitar, she didnt even notice me, i guess she was so focused on the guitar and singing she didnt notice, i begin to sing a long about half way through

"chain smoking in the kitchen until you got home and the curtains were on fire . fuck , i'm sorry you feel all alone . with the t v blasting shadows on my face — hitching back to the apartment — it was such a lonely place . i place my head between my knees and think:
" do you ever have nights like these ? "
so separated from my sense of self and the shit you keep up on your bookshelf . so i just take another sip . i keep falling off and eating shit and forgetting to unclip . the sun will rise another time , for now it's me and you , our bikes : we trip and stumble , laughing , to the park . the flea bites laid out on my wrist the heart shaped blister on my palm the handlebars had etched my body is out on my back porch my brain is fucking somewhere else , on the roof with the flags we torched"

as y/n did the last strum on her guitar i say "never knew you played guitar" y/n didnt seem to realize i was in the room at all, cause she says "oh h-hey ranboo..yeah, i can, im a bit rusty though haha"