Bad Enough For You (Alex Gaskarth Fan Fiction)

Everyone's Drunk Now

Vic’s eyes light up in excitement. “Are you ready to start practice?” I take a seat between Vic and Tony. Jaime sits on the recliner while Mike sits on the ground. They all have acoustic versions of their instruments in hand, except Mike, he has his drum sticks.

               “Yes,” I smile and forget Alex. That’s what I need; to forget that fight and have fun. “What’s the song called again?” Without answering, Jaime reaches in his pocket and digs around, his tongue jutting out the corner of his mouth as he searches. Finally, out comes a folded piece of paper and he hands it to me. “Yeah Boy and Doll Face,” I read aloud.

               “Yes.” Vic smiles and his eyes light up but behind them, I see a strike of pain. Ignoring it, I read over the lyrics.

              

Were you honest when you said,

"I could never leave your bed",

Wake me up and let me know you're alive

And will you fall in love again?

Is the scent slowly spreading?

I've been answering machines all night

And are the doctors dancing in

While the ambulances sing?

Another boy without a sharper knife...

The moment that's where I 

Kill the conversation, wrap this up 

With a knife that loves to feel 

How do you know how deep to go before it's real?

Can I even complicate your breathing?

I guess I'm just your average boy 

This is me with a knife in the back 

And a grip on the grass 

It's cold and I don't want to be here

I guess I'm never comfortable or situational

Are we losing or beginning

To try a new life without you?

The moment that's where I 

Kill the conversation, wrap this up 

With a lie that I'm enjoying every minute with myself 

And she could make hell feel just like home 

So I'm never leaving her alone 

But if your lightning lips aren't mine 

Then I don't know the awkward stranger to my right 

I only need one hand to drive 

When you're with me 

You are my getaway 

Oh, no!

And don't you ever feel alone? And don't you wish you were home?

Cut the lust tonight; all right, all right

Tell me why my little Mona Lisa told a lie, lie, lie, lie

Do you want me? Do you want to let me know that you're okay?

A diamond gold ring customized to cut your circulation 

But I couldn't let you go; no, I'd never let you go my dear 

So keep talking 'cause I love to hear your voice