"Gee, what are we going to do about this mess?"
"I have no clue. I'm sorry for Vic being such a dick to you. I shouldn't have dragged you to date me anyways." Gee sighed
"Gee you didn't drag me. I wanted to date you." I went over to Gee and gave him a soft kiss to ensure that he knows that I want him as well.
"Let me see what I can do about this horrible tabloid."gee said while he pulled out his phone and began to figure out this mess.
All of this stress on me lately has caused me to get really depressed. I curled up on the couch and began to cry it out.
Crying and singing help me to relive stress a lot.
I began to sing a song which that used to bring me comfort but I'm not quite sure now.
"She paints in grey
And she closes her eyes
Till the fireworks and palm trees almost look alike
She looks up to me and whispers
"I won't be here in a year"
So I take the long road to think and wonder why
I can't sleep with all this sunlight
If there's still evidence of us
Why can't that be enough?
I don't mean to drag you down
You taste just like you always do
Isabelle hides so I can't find my way
I'd give anything just to surround your dreams
The envy of the dead
The sound of scissors and sleep
I can't believe you dreamed and pulled all of your clothes off
You're not supposed to drink with what's inside your purse
And not expect me not to call, call you out
I'm guiding your chin to my lips
Using only my fingertips
All we have are parking lots and nowhere to go
If you love me, then show me more
Isabelle watches me from far away
I'd give anything just to surround your dreams
I know you like when the temperature rises to a boiling heat
The chlorine and wine found
He sees through her nightgown
And everything fades away
The stars awake
But we can't see them out
So why pretend?
Is there a train that travels back to yours at 5am?
Or are we walking?
Car alarms and leaves that blow
They're calling out our names
But it's gone too far
Your butane mouth will spit me into flames
Run!
Sorry 'bout it, I can't help it
I'm an anarchist in love
And I forgot to call you
I can't break you down while
I think about honey and the sweet New York sounds
Isabelle hides so I can't find my way
I'd give anything to carry on and on and on the same way
The temperature rises to this boiling heat
The chlorine and wine found
He sees through her nightgown
As Saturday burns away
Back in the days when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again"
The last verse still gets to me. If you didn't already know my ex, wrote me this song for our ten year anniversary. It brings me comfort but I don't think it can anymore. All this song did was make my state even worse. I wasn't regressing at all.
Emotions began to fill my head. All those wasted years, all those years I could've been with Gerard. I could've ignored all of this drama if I went with my gut in senior year. Why didn't I?
I was still curled up crying on the couch thinking about how a decade of my life was wasted on a dysfunctional relationship.
Gerard began to come over once he noticed my state.
"Iz, it's going to be okay. I'm always here for you. I love you" he said while rubbing my back for comfort.
"I-I love you too" I managed to stutter out of all the cries.
He held me until I stopped. With out Gerard i wouldn't have anyone to help to guide me to happiness. By this moment I know he's the one
