Ranboo pov:
Going home after the studio was always so eerie.
It was usually dark, desolate and isolated
I barely bothered to clean up properly so there would be cobwebs beginning to appear in the corners of certain dimly light room
I never felt safe in this house. There's a camera at the front door that's always on, it isn't mine.
I know it's phils, and I'm sure he checks it whenever he can, to make sure I'm not doing anything stupid.
The only place I ever really felt somewhat happy was in my study, where I had all my instruments. It had a little window that overlooked the ocean, all the way until it's horizon which was always pitch black when I got home at times like this.
But it was a beautiful sight in the mornings
As I walked through the cold room standing on already scrunched up papers covered with old lyrics I made my way to the lamp and turned it on.
And laying on the table, another song is been working on.
I don't know why I do it anymore, it's just something to do to help me sleep.
But I reached for my guitar without getting out of the seat and began strumming song chords, once I was satisfied I began reciting the lyrics written on the paper
I've been looking for some-
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit
I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring
And I ain't seen a light of day since, well, that's not important
It's been long
And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston
Cars and clothes, thought I was winning
You knew I was losing
You told me to wake up but my clock always stays on snooze
And I'm done
To each their own and find peace in knowing
Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping
Show no emotion, against your coding
Just act as hard as you can
You don't need a friend
Boy, you're the man
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
And I've been looking for someone that I can buy my drugs from
It seems like every plug ran east to Utah, became Mormons
Drought comes around, feels like I have no one to depend on
Sober, ugh
I had 80 beers on Tuesday night, I had nothing to do then
I put on a little Dwight and sang a happy tune
And lit a cigarette, stepped out the door, had an appearance
Drank more
To each their own and find peace in knowing
Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping
Show no emotion, against your coding
Just act as hard as you can
You don't need a friend
Boy, you're the man
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
When I finished playing I hadn't realised I began crying until the burning droplets fell from my face to my hands.
I looked at myself in the reflection today the ocean view mirror
I looked disgusting, crying over nothing. And yet I felt as if everything was gone.
At least I had a comfortable life right?
Doing what I did was worth it wasn't it?
It didn't matter anymore.
But then a text chimed from my phone
Gwen:
Tickets have been bought. See you tomorrow at work <3
