Unexpected (Ace Frehley)

how it used to be

We still sit next to eachother, not talking tho. I don't want to talk and i don't think he wants to either. The only think i want is alcohol. I love it, it makes me forget everything and feel like i'm living a happy live. Not thinking about how everything always seems to change. Happy for one month, suicidal the next. I don't understand. I for all the world want to know why. "I think i'm gonna go home". I say as he looks up at me. "Can i come with you?" Well it can't hurt, right? If he's with you tonight, you'll still be living tomorrow. "Yeah sure".

We silently sit in a cab to my new home. Staring off in the distance, as my eyes unfoces. Each breath get's heavier. The alcohol really takes a toll now.

We make it to my house as i open the front door. "Get whatever you need, look for it cause i'm not going to bother doing it for you". I go to my bedroom, taking a guitar of the wall, not getting myself to actually play it. What am i doing. He's here with me and i'm going to act all bitter and lock myself out everytime again. Ace and Alex don't know that i'm actually suicidal. They know i think about stuff like that but don't know i actually stand on the spot debating my life. Jonathan was the only one who knew. Somehow i think it's so much easier to talk to a stranger. A stranger that became a friend. Nobody has ever been that close to me. I love them more than anything but they aren't me. The only one who can fix something is me. Me, myself and i. I put the guitar down, walking to the bedroom door. As i walk to the livingroom, i notice him laying on the couch, i take out a blanket and cover him with it. I can't let him get cold. It seems weird how i'm sitting in a chair, looking at him sleeping. Everything seems to fall in place when i look at him like that. Only peace.

He opens his eyes, seeing me sitting across him. I avoid his eyes and walk to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water, when his hands wrap around my waist. He puts his head on my shoulder. I look down at the glass of water in my shaking hands, slowly taking a sip. When does it all stop. I feel bad for Ace. He loves me and i love him back, but he loves someone who doesn't want to live. I can't go, that means i'm abandoning everyone. I don't want to do that. Does happiness come with a price? He spins me around, placing one hand on my waist and the other on my cheeck. Despite everything, he still knows how to make me melt inside. He slowly places a kiss onto my lips, as my hands tangle in his hair. It feels to good to be treu. No matter the one feeling i feel, this always turns things around. His soft lips press against mine as he smiles. Just like how it use to be.
He pulls me up and i wrap my legs around him, as he walks over to the couch, laying us down. "Your sleeping here tonight, with me". "If you insist".