She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out "A joke of a romantic", or just stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse"
Vs. "No one should ever feel like..."
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Dance, dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up it's last call,
Last resort
But only the first mistake
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Dance, dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
Dance, dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
She shifted the phone in her hand to her left ear, beginning to draw again on her large sketchbook that laid in her lap as she sat on the stool behind the front counter. Alexis was working today; as well as, Xander and Raven who were busy helping customers. There were several artists in her house working on their projects. They had stayed overnight, some with Alexis while the others stayed in the hotels. Ryan would allow some to stay with her. All of them had taken off for two weeks, traveling from all over the States to be here for Ryan and the store. Ryan felt less cloudy, less pissed at everyone and everything. She had stopped accusing them of thinking she was fucked up and began to realize they all cared. Enough to spend time up in the cold with her.

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Internal Organs
Teen FictionYou walk into this little shop. It's not much but it's a strange place. Drawn in by the unique name you walk through the door. What you see is a astonishing. Art hangs from the walls and on little tables, sketchbooks in shelves. CDs and band shirts...