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"sometimes you wanna cut your life short and just shoot"
༄༄༄ third person pov
MILEENA STAYED EDITING FOR A VERY LONG WHILE until Nelson and Matt interrupted her. "Smokey?" Nelson asked the woman, who turned away from her monitor with a blink. "huh?" "smokey?" Matt repeated, holding the blunt up as he grinned. Lee smiled and pushed her chair back, quickly getting up and following the men outside.
Once outside on the front porch, they three sat down on the steps, once again forgetting that Jaime's room was right above the porch. "So, Lee," Matt began, watching Nelson pull the blunt out of the container. "You think of any new songs yet?" Matt asked, pulling the lighter out of his pocket. Jaime leaned over the edge of his bed to eavesdrop, "accidentally".
"Maybe" Lee shrugged, watching the two men bicker on who gets the first hit of the blunt. "Rock, paper, scissors shoot....BITCH!" Nelson shouted, as he played a paper and Matt played scissors. Lee tilted her head, lyrics playing in her head. "Rock, Paper, Scissors shoot....FUCK YOU MATT." Nelson shouted loudly, causing Matt to cackle and Lee to shush the two men.
Matt snatched the blunt from Nelson. Nelson noticed the gears clicking in Mileenas head and tilted his own as Matt lit the blunt. "lyrics?" Nelson asked, Matt's head turning to Nelson's direction as he exhaled, blowing the substance into Nelson's face who blinked and snatched the blunt back.
"I know that life is hard without paper, so sometimes you wanna cut your life short and just shoot. You could be as hard as a rock, but sometimes you still need that one friend to shield you. So let me be your paper, paper, paper, I see cuts, but I see someone greater. Shoot my shot, I'm right here tryna save you Rock, paper, scissors, can I play you?" Lee sang, realizing that she had inhaled the weed already and exhaled it, taking another hit as the lyrics played out in her eyes.
"Ricochet, ricochet, I'ma need you to bounce back today, You're no failure in no sort of way, Beating yourself up for a negative vibe. Had a bad day, it'll be okay, Hit rock bottom, only up is the way, Can't get a refund when the suicide done and it cost you your life and I don't want you to pay. One, two, three, four, five, Blessings on the way, let 'em drive,Part your faith when they arrive, For cash on, it's a storm that cries. Roses are red, violets are blue, Life is hard, but not harder than you, Let God in and let him show you what he do, No matter what you show, you always get booed. Dark clouds, rainbows fall, No emotion in your heart, Thirsty to touch that one star, While drowning, reaching up so far"
Lee sang, standing up and dancing to her own lyrics as she continued to hit the blunt. Nelson and Matt stared at the women in awe, the lyrics all playing out in her eyes as if it was actually happening. She was high, very high.
"I know that life is hard without paper, so sometimes you wanna cut your life short and just shoot. You could be as hard as a rock, but sometimes you still need that one friend to shield you. So let me be your paper, paper, paper, I see cuts, but I see someone greater. Shoot my shot, I'm right here tryna save you Rock, paper, scissors, can I play you?"
