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I tuck my sunglasses into the neckline of my tank top, and I rub my eyes, to get my vision straight again, then I walk on stage. "You alright?" Eric wonders, as he places the guitar on him, then I nod, and I walk up to the mic. I take it off it's stand, struggling a little, even though I've done it a million times. "Let's just get this going." I say, instead of my usual greeting, and Eric starts playing, after hesitating a moment. "Out of focus, out of focus. I don't call, nobody notice, nobody know this. I'm invisible, even to myself." I begin the song, singing softly. "On my mattress, on my mattress. My only friends are dust and ashes, blunts and matches. It's a ritual, but it don't help." I finish the intro, and I take a step back, before jumping forward, as the music picks up, then I start the next verse, slowly standing up straight, "I push everyone away. Before they can run away. I'm not gonna let you see. Everything underneath. I put up a thousand walls. So I don't get hurt no more. All you get is what you see. This ain't no apology." "I don't think I'll ever be good enough. I don't think I'm ever gonna find someone. Don't you leave me alone. Won't you carry me home?" I sing softly again, then I left my head up, "I don't think I'll ever be good enough. Voices in my head, wish I could turn 'em off. Don't you leave me alone. Won't you carry me home?"
"With the lights off, with the lights off. I don't have to see the things I'm terrified of. I'm invisible, keep it to myself. Keep it to myself, keep it to myself, baby. TV's on, but I ain't watching. I'm just tryna fill the silence while I lie here. And it's a ritual, but it don't help, help, help." I end the verse, slightly jumping with the words, then I raise my head, again, as I start singing, again, "I put up a thousand walls. So I don't get hurt no more. All you get is what you see. This ain't no apology." "I don't think I'll ever be good enough. I don't think I'm ever gonna find someone. Don't you leave me alone. Won't you carry me home? I don't think I'll ever be good enough. Voices in my head, wish I could turn 'em off. Don't you leave me alone. Won't you carry me home?" I continue singing, but I become less hyper, once I see Griff walk down the stairs. "Please, don't leave me alone. Won't you carry me home? Won't you carry me home? Please, don't leave me alone. Won't you carry me home? Please, don't leave me alone. Please, don't leave me alone. Won't you carry me home?" I sing sombrely, then I drop my arm, just to quickly pick it up again, once I hear the cue. "I don't think I'll ever be good enough. I don't think I'm ever gonna find someone. Don't you leave me alone. Won't you carry me home?" I sing slightly off than the track, but it sounds good still.
"I don't think I'll ever be good enough. Voices in my head, wish I could turn 'em off. Don't you leave me alone. Won't you carry me home?" I sing tougher than I planned. "Please, don't leave me alone. Won't you carry me home? Please, don't leave me alone. Please, don't leave me alone. Won't you carry me home?" I end the song, slightly tearfully, and I quickly place the mic back on the stand, then I get offstage. I head for the exit, and I bump into Griff, then I quickly go up the stairs, before heading out the door. I wipe my tears, then I look down at the keys in my hand, that I just swiped from Griff, and I let out a small laugh, not believing, that I just did that, then I look back at the door, before quickly going to his motorcycle. I put the helmet on, and get on, then I start it up. I drive a couple feet, hesitating, then I look over at the Chubbie's door opening, seeing Griff run out, giving me enough adrenaline, and I drive off entirely, not giving him the chance to talk me out of this.
