Precious

Losing Touch

Console me in my darkest hour
Convince me that the truth is always grey
Caress me in your velvet chair
Conceal me from the ghosts you cast away

I'm in no hurry
You go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom
It must be true.

Console me in my darkest hour
And tell me that you always hear my cries
I wonder what you've got conspired
I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize

I'm in no hurry
You go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
Of how you got lost
But you made your way back home

Losing Touch by The Killers

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       “When are we getting together?” Alexander whispered, now sitting next to me in the back row of our history class, the last of this seemingly never ending day.

            “Today,” I whispered. It wasn’t a suggestion but a command.

            “So eager to work with me, are you?” Alexander laughed.

            “I want to get this over with, dumbass.” I scoffed.

Thankfully we only had twenty minutes left of class, but I felt that the class was taking ten times longer than it should have been.

            “I’m coming over at 8,” he stated.

            “No, you can’t.” I rolled my eyes.

            “Why not?” He asked, sounding upset.

            “Do you care?” I looked at him quickly.

            “I thought you said you wanted to get this thing over with?” He looked at me hostilely.

            “I do.” I retorted quickly.

“Then?” He raised an impatient brow.

 “I have a thing at 8,” I said under my breath and tried to catch what his reaction was out of the corner of my eye. “We have to make it sooner.”

Alexander stayed quiet the rest of the class, and thankfully for the 15 minutes we had left of class, the teacher put on a video clip of ‘Charlie bit my finger’.

            When the teacher let us out eight minutes early, I almost ran to the door and awkwardly fought to get through the door before Alexander who had gotten to it before me – he crossed the threshold first.  

            “A date on your second day of school?” Alexander laughed as we exited the classroom, it wasn’t that he was trying to be a gossip; the conversation was low enough to make it obvious that it only pertaining to us.

            “I don’t see why not,” I continued as I walked to my locker that stood on the opposite wall of his. “I’m perfectly capable of anything I want, don’t you think?” I smiled back.

            “I wish I knew what guys see in you.” He smiled back at me, looking disgusted with me.

            “Oh really?” I laughed as if his faces were a sad attempt to make me feel insecure. Which they were – they had to be. I knew I was gorgeous, but there could’ve been a chance that I just wasn’t his type… Which was ridiculous because I was everybody’s type.