Vic Pov:
It was about ten at night when Kellin and I were on our way to downtown. Our first show was in Philadelphia so we were staying there for the next two nights. Kellin said he toured the city the last time Sleeping With Sirens came down here to play. He told me we were going to sing and play some tunes at the park for a little then go to a bar that's about a block away. I brought my guitar with me since Kellin isn't very talented when it comes to playing an instrument. I think he just doesn't have the patience to learn but his voice is good enough. Hearing Kellin sing is always a pleasant. He sings like an angel, well that's if angels really do sing but if they did they would sound like him. We arrived at the park, no one seemed to be there, considering that we saw a lot of kids still outside playing on our way here I would expect people to be out here. It was pretty chilly outside even with a hoodie on. Kellin had a beanie and a sweater on so he should be somewhat warmer. He looked so cute wearing his beanie, I always thought they made him look like one of those teenage boys that tried to be hipster.
I sat down on a bench while Kellin stood in front of me moving side to side while patting his thigh. I took my guitar out and started playing some tunes while Kellin tried figuring out what to sing. He moved side to side mouthing random words. Then he started singing his song Alone.
“Could you check my pulse for me
To see if I'm alive
Cause every time that I am near you
Is the only time I feel alright
If there were any way
I could think to turn back time
I'd stay here with you
Sometimes I sit and wonder
Sometimes I feel like letting go
All I know is no one should have to be alone
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to die alone
I could fall apart here and now
I don't want to die alone
I want to be with you, you, you
I only want to be with you, you, you
Tell me what's the point of life
Is it material?
Had everything I could ever want and probably more
When I lay in bed at night
All I do is think of you
So when all this is gone what do I have to come home to?
This life goes by so fast
Pretty soon I'll grow old
What would I have but some stories now that I have told
No one to share them with
And when it's all done
What am I left with?
Tell me what's left
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to die alone
