We All Have Daddy Issues (Max Green)

These Technicolor Bruises On Our Hearts Will Never Fade

These Technicolor Bruises On Our Hearts Will Never Fade

So do you want to tell me what happened?” Ronnie asked me. It was still only two in the afternoon. The bus driver drove all night to get to Vegas for the show tonight at six. That makes no sense, but I’m grateful to not be stuck in California. I’d probably have to crash with my new friend Grey, whom I was already very fond of, but I didn’t know about the crowd he rolled with. They’re a little sketchy. Oh what am I saying? I’m sketchy, like I’ve got room to talk. Anyways, when I finally struggled my bags off the bus Ronnie, Monte, and Robert were all outside continuing to put out Merch. They were the first band there.

“No.” I said honestly. I didn’t want to tell him shit about what happened. After I said goodbye to Monte and Robert about an hour ago, I called a cab. I was out of there.

I won’t forget you even after I have left today,

These Technicolor bruises on our hearts never fade away.

It’s impossible to stop loving you,

When you still have feelings like I do.

We sing like sirens, and sink like anchors to this ocean floor,

And while I can’t see daylight, I can’t hurt you anymore.

I jumped up off my bed, which Ronnie was sitting on with me. He came over to tell me Max said he was sorry and that I could come back if I wanted to. Whatever, stop telling me shit I know, guys. Before I could find a pen and paper more lyrics popped into my head. “Ronnie help me find a pen and paper.” I shouted frantically. He just looked at me funny. Finally I found one.

But as soon as I’m gone, he’ll realize that he never loved me at all,

I’m just a girl that he met in the fall.

Half past the winter, we got undressed,

In between the sheets is how we spent the rest.

This is borderline depressing. I try to say goodbye to Max, and he just sends his friend over to tell me that he was sorry. He’s not sorry, though. That would require him to care. All he wants to do is tell me how fucked up I am! I don’t need that. I don’t want that. I’m fine just as I am. Then lyrics keep popping into my head. ALL OF THEM ARE ABOUT HIM. I furiously write the lyrics down. I’m writing them in my songs notebook. Well, more like my unfinished songs notebook of lyrics, but still I’m writing the lyrics in here. I look up and there’s Ronnie reading them.

“Stop reading them!” I shout.

“Are they about Max?”

“It’s not your business.”

“It is now.” Ronnie snatched the notebook away from me and dashed into the kitchen. I was chasing him down for my notebook, but he was too swift for my tiny legs to reach. He was too tall, and had much longer legs.

“Ronnie give it back!” I cried.

“After I read it.” He said, and he ran into my bathroom and locked the door leaving me to relentlessly pound on it. No matter how hard I pounded, he still didn’t give in.

“Let me feel all the pain that you keep inside, It won’t go away so why do you try to hide. You can cut your wrists, neglect your hunger, and push them all away, but unless you tell them they won’t suspect that you feel this way. It’s my addiction, not your problem, so leave me to rot, Emaciation, broken bones, illness, I’ve got the whole lot...” Ronne spoke loudly for me to hear, though I already knew what I had written. I stopped listening after that. I went to grab a needle to pick the lock on the door so I could stop him from reading.