My House || Sammy Wilk

Singing

"Are you Okay?" Nate's voice boomed through the house as I stumbled in. I tripped over a shoe and fell. "Yeah I'm totally fine" I say somewhat truthful. He walked over to me and helped me up.

"Ken this has to stop" He's talking about the drinking. "Nathan I will drink as much as I want I don't care okay" he shook his head. "You guys are perfect for each other" I scuffed "if we were so perfect for each other we would be together right now and neither one of us will be out drinking and coming home at 3 o'clock in the morning every night would we?" He sighed "that's not what I meant I meant both of you go out every night and drink you guys are the exact same person I don't understand why he let one little kiss that you didn't even want to happen destroy your whole relationship something you build up for three years" I sat on the counter and Nate got me some Advil and water.

"Thank you and I see where you're coming from but he's just hurt and I understand that because I'm hurt that Taylor would even do that because Taylor and I have been best friends since elementary school days like I met him and Dillon in kindergarten it hurt me and it hurt Sam. And it even hurt Dillon. I just don't know if we'll get back together or not I want to but I don't know if he's going to be emotionally stable for that now that he's got a "broken heart" or whatever he wants to call it but I should be the one heartbroken because he's the one who said I don't love you anymore" Nate nodded.

"Well kid I think you should get some sleep because I'm taking you to the studio tomorrow because I know for a fact that you have some thoughts in that brain of yours" I just nodded and walked up the stairs to Dillons guest room.

There was a knock on my door and I looked at my phone and it was 10 o'clock. I picked up a cup from from the nightstand next to the bed and through it. "Go away." I yelled. "Kendall I am not leaving until you get out of that bed and we are going to the studio" Nate it was definitely Nate. I climbed out of bed and opened the door.

"What did you throw with the door." I laughed "that cup" he laughed and walked with me to Sam and I's old room. He went in first. It's been a week and neither of us can look at each other. Oh and we didn't get a dog either. He waved his hand motioning me to come in. I got a Nike sports bra, a pair of underwear and a pair of Nike socks amd shorts then ran to the closet really fast. I grabbed my Roshes and my black dress white Nike windbreaker jacket. I changed really fast and tried to be quiet so I didn't wake Sam up. After I was done I went to my room and got my phone.

"Let's go loser." Nate jumped up from the table and grabbed me a Gatorade Hhjh and walk towards the door. "We're picking Dillon up." I nodded my head. We picked Dillon up and got to the studio. Nate pushed ma into the booth. "Get me some paper." I wrote the words that were coming to me. I threw the notebook at Dillon and said "Get a good beat Dj Rupp" he messed with the things for a little bit and then got a good one. "Ready?" I nodded and started singing.

"In between the coats in the closet
She held on to that heart shaped locket
Staring at a family flawless
But it ain't a pretty picture tonight
Mom and daddy just wouldn't stop it
Fighting at the drop of a faucet
Cuts through the walls catastrophic
She's caught in the crossfire
Puts her hands over her ears
Starts talking through her tears
She's saying, she's praying

I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurt no one, Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
(I wish words were like little toy guns)
No smoke, no bullets, no kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
(I wish words were like little toy guns)
Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
(I wish words were like little toy guns)

Wish there was a white flag waving
Or that they were both just faking
And it was just a game they were playing like shoot'em up cowboys
Leave the plastic pistols in the front yard
Throw away the score card and just turn off all the noise

I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurt no one, Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
(I wish words were like little toy guns)
No smoke, no bullets, no kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
(I wish words were like little toy guns)
Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
(I wish words were like little toy guns)

I wish they didn't cut like a knife
I wish they didn't break you inside
I wish they didn't bang bang make you wanna run, yeah

Like little toy guns
No sting, no hurt no one, Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
(I wish words were like little toy guns)
No smoke, no bullets, no shot from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
(I wish words were like little toy guns)
Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
(I wish words were like little toy guns)
Oh like little toy guns"  when I finished Nate and Dillon looked shocked. "What do you call it?" A Familiar voice spoke at the door. "Uh little toy guns." "Got anymore?" "Just one." First words he speaks to me in a week and
that's what it is. Wow. "Sing it." I looked at Dill he's the only one who has heard it, he brought me on our 4 year the day after everything. He started playing the music.

"Everybody down in Houston calls him "Texas"
Everybody way up North calls him "Cornbread"
You shoulda heard the way that his momma called him "baby"
Daddy called him "boy", his friends call him "crazy"

Shoulda just called it like I saw it
Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day
The burn and the sting, and the high, and the heat
And the left-me-wanting-more feeling when he kissed me
I shoulda just called him "whiskey"

Warm my body to the core just like a blanket
His face was so sweet then he took my breath away
Hit me so hard like a rock through a window
I knew I was in trouble from the moment I met you, boy

Shoulda just called it like I saw it
Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day
The burn and the sting, and the high, and the heat
And the left-me-wanting-more feeling when he kissed me
I shoulda just called him "whiskey"

Now the numb has set in
He's gone like the wind
And I can barely feel the pain

Shoulda just called it like I saw it
Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day
The burn and the sting, and the high, and the heat
And the left-me-wanting-more feeling when he kissed me
I shoulda just called him "whiskey""

"What do you call it?" "I call it Whisky" I walked it of the booth and hugged Dillon. "Thank you" I hugged Nate next and went to leave. Sam pulled my arm. I spun and he hugged me. "I'll see you at home." And with that I left.