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If These Sheets Were The States

(a song request- all time low)

LUKE:  This bed's an island made of feather down, and I'm stuck here alone

With little else but memories of you, on memory foam

As I lay there looking up to the ceiling as the light begins to break through the blinds my mind drifts back to the times when she was here next to me, how I would whisper sweet nothings into her ear just to hear that laugh escape her lips. Yet now I lie here isolated, without her next to me and all that is left is an imprint of where she would curl up next to me, when I would hold her close in my arms during those winter nights or when there was a storm, how she would wander over into my chest as she slept. But those now remain distant memories, I feel like this bed is an island where I was exiled to without her, without my Y/n. 

MICHAEL:  Visions of a brighter love, I'd kill for one more day

To pool my thoughts, and find the words to say

My mind drifts back to last summer, the days when it was warmer outside but also warmer for me. It was the time when things felt right by having her at my side, yet now I sit here in my one room flat trying to work up enough courage to dial her number and explain to her how I feel, how I still feel about her. Only problem is every time I hear the dialling my mind goes blank, all the words I had prepared vanished out of my mind and my mouth would go dry which would be followed by me hanging up and imagining the old days again. Right now I'd do anything to go back to those days, as opposed to sitting in a dank flat crippling onto a phone with a number I can dial and speak to. 

CALUM:  This room's become a mausoleum, filled with relics of regret

Sitting on the edge of the bed I examined all of the things she left here, all of those framed photos of us during the last tour. We looked so happy, she looked so overjoyed, filled with delight even on the toughest of days we endured. I wish I had asked her sooner this time round, maybe that way she wouldn't have declined the offer. Standing up I move past the framed photos and to the ring she left behind, the one I wanted her to always wear to remember me. But now it remains a relic, something that simply represents the regret I feel about it all.

ASHTON:  I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk

We would talk for hours on the phone, it wasn't even like the things we spoke about had any apparent sense, it was just to hear her laugh or the sound of her angelic voice I was void of. She'd call me when she could, due to the time differences things were hard, I'd call when I was going to sleep and vice versa. It wasn't something that was easy to get used to, as I'd hear her voice I'd close my eyes and picture her curled up next to me, that the vibrations in her chest would hum against mine as we mumbled nonsense before drifting off to a pleasant sleep. Except the reality is I remain in a cramped dark bunk alone, whilst she continues to sleep in a bed without me. We settle for this, the phone calls as it's all we have, all of them end the same way with either of us muttering "I just wish you were here." But it's not too long now, it's a matter of months until I can see her again, for now I remain lost in her voice as my eyes feel heavy and feel at peace having heard her laugh one more time.