looking through his glasses.

part 4/ our song

i guess the day the music died
was the same night as you& i.
the night you and i died ? you ask
let me tell you about it.
it was the night you put everything out there
and so did i
our blood alcohol level was far over the sober limit
thank god we didn't drive that night.
the music - like my heart beat
started out fast,
waited around all day to come over to your house.
picked out the perfect outfits
nervous.
anxious.
butterflies everywhere inside my body
because they could not be contained to just my stomach.
i arrive.
we play the show,
which by the way-
was ruined for me that night.
none the less
i finished it out,
without you.
but that's for another day.
the tempo slows
as the shots go down 1 by 1
and then 2 at a time.
we sit around on the couch
- separate couches for that matter.
it's a nice beat , steady and slow
the night goes on
we lost track of the time.
the alcohol is now starting to show.
we start saying how we feel.
the tempo is picking up
fast, quickly , all at once.
the butterflies are drowning in the liquor.
they're staying down.
now we're just spilling our hearts out
talking about you & i
what could have been
and would could possibly be.
the room turns red and our skin is hot to the touch
now we're closer.
fuck
now i'm on ur lap
we're making out.
we're both trying to make the right choice
but how could we say no
whenever everything in the room points to yes?
i black out.
i don't remember hardly anything.
but god,
why did i have to remember all the things that were said?
you don't remember.
the music is slowing down again
it's reached it's climax.
now im throwing up all of the shots that we're just down hours ago
but yet
you're not leaving my side.
every hour you're awake checking on me
seeing if im okay.
the morning comes
there is no what are we talk.
just apologies.
the song is ending
and now so are we.