cornerstone [alex turner]

verse 1

alex's point of view;
i sat on my black leather sofa in my two bedroom sheffield flat with my hands cupped together and my left leg shaking furiously. i had been crying for hours, and now there were no tears left inside my aching body. i was staring at the dull wooden floor looking for an answer to the burning question in my brain. why? why had this happened? why do i still care about her after 4 months of no contact? why am i still in love with her? why her? the three lettered question circled around my head endlessly until i started to feel dizzy. without a second thought i shot up out of my seat, grabbed my leather jacket, slipped on my black leather chelsea boots and was out the door.

i stormed out of the flat and made my way the lift (elevator). as i pressed the ground floor button i noticed my pale reflection staring back at me from the mirror in the lift. it was my body but the person who was staring back was definitely not me. my eyes were red and puffy and my lips were colourless and chapped, i suppose this is what heartbreak does to you. the lift bell dinged softly as the sliding doors exposed me to the warm lobby, i concealed my blood shot eyes with my black aviators and made my way quickly out of the brightly lit building into the coldness of the dim september night.

as i entered the Battleship, the first pub i laid my eyes on, i made my way straight to the bar and ordered a whiskey. as i slowly sipped the burning fluid i laid my eyes on a girl on the other side of the dimly lit pub. it was her, my girl. after all these days, weeks, months of crying miserably over her i finally saw her again. it couldn't have been a coincidence that we both happened to be in the same pub, on the same night, at the exact same time. i had to go over.

i stood up as i downed the last gulp of the poison that had been occupying my mind for the last ten minutes and started to make my way through the shallow sea of people standing between me and my girl. as i got closer to her it's almost as if the exit light just above her slim figure had changed her appearance ever so slightly. i thought i saw my girl, but the girl in front of me was nothing but a vision trick under the warning light.

i started to feel my mood drop but i refused to give in to the sadness that had consumed me ever hour of the day. i walked up to the girl confidently and gave her a smirk. she mirrored the slight smirk and i removed my aviators to stare into her bright eyes, they are just like my girls.

one thing led to another and we were currently stood in a dark alleyway next to the pub, both enjoying a toxic cigarette, talking about anything that popped into our heads. we both felt the earth gravitating our bodies towards each other and soon enough we both gave into the temptation. she was close as she broke the small distance between us. the more heated the kiss got, the more i thought about my girl. i was playing all my cards right until my chances turned to toast when i asked her if i could call her my girl's name.

she gave me a disgusted look and scoffed as she walk back into the warmth of the pub mumbling curse words, leaving me alone. this feeling felt all too familiar and i felt tears start to brim in my eyes as i thought more about my girl. i don't want to get upset over her anymore, so i dried my eyes, placed my aviators back onto my ice cold face and started to make my way home, alone, again.