Mess My Bed Up With Me

Waiting- Dustin

"Dustin Charles, I swear to God if you walk out the door I won't be here when you come back." she was breathing hard, red in face. Her honey colored eyes were bloodshot, a sign she had been crying. I shook my head in disbelief. Out of all the times to do this now was the opportune time? This is when she wanted to ruin my world, destroy the very thing I had worked so hard for right when I was getting everything that I ever wanted?

"Lacey...I'm sorry but I'm going on that tour! I've worked so god damn hard for this! If you're not here when I get back then you weren't really the one for me I guess." My heart squeezed tightly, begging me not to walk out that door but after years and years of blood, sweat and tears I finally got my big shot. Cowboys and Angels took off better than I could have ever imagined. There was no way I was just going to lay down and let someone else take my spot.

"Then walk out that door! Show me what you really care about cause it ain't me!" I swallowed hard, tightening my hand around the door knob. Was it worth losing her over? At the same time if she really loved me she wouldn't be making me choose right?

"Goodbye Lacey." a wave of panic ran through me as I pushed the door open and slammed it behind me again. For once loading up my stuff first was the best idea I had. Throwing myself in the drivers seat,driver's seat, I slammed the door hard behind and stalked towards the truck, a force pulling me back but I pushed through it. I started that old Ford halfway hoping she'd run out that door begging to me to stay but the door remained closed. Shaking my head I pulled out of the driveway and out of her life.

Present Day:

I winced as the whiskey slid down my throat. My voice was sore. My head hurt. Constant parties in random countries, a new city every day. Except today. Today I sat on my old couch, on the same couch that sat in that old house. Shit got rid of the house, but kept the couch. I honestly couldn't tell you why. Maybe it was the memories it held. Maybe it was just because it was comfy. I sighed and set down my glass, staring at the blank paper in front of me. After years of touring, bringing my dream to life it was time to settle down for a bit and write a new album, but man was it hard. I had no influence for love songs. There was no one else since the day I had walked out. Don't get me wrong, there had been drunken one night stand but nothing serious. Kelly Osburn for a while, but she never had my heart and she knew it. Heard she's doing great for herself. I strummed a familiar tone, singing softly.

"She waited for the light to turn green on me and her

She waited for me to speak those three little words

I dragged out a promise that I never made good

She waited as long as she could, and now

I'm sitting on the couch

Whiskey in my hand

Staring out the window

For one more second chance

Hoping headlights

Come pouring round the bend

Waiting, waiting, waiting

For her forgiving voice to come across the phone

Saying baby wait

Up I'm coming home

But in the sunrise

I'm still all alone" The lyrics hit me hard the first time I heard it. It was like they knew this song was written for me. My heart ached to be honest but I knew that girl would never take me back. Shit I practically threw out love the window and ran it over. A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. I mean really pity party for one anyone? I sighed and set the old worn guitar down before smoothing out my shirt and walking towards the door, the sounds of my boots hitting the hardwood floor echoing throughout the quiet house.