Home
Katie, don't cry. I know you're trying your hardest, and the hardest part is letting go of the nights we shared.
The way she nibbled on her bottom lip drove him crazy; absolutely, out of his mind, crazy. And if the circumstances were any different, he'd strip her right there in her apartment foyer and do terrible things to her.
It's haunting but compared to your eyes nothing shines quite as bright, and when I look to the sky, it's not mine, but I want it so.
But unfortunately, the circumstances weren't different. She was about to cry, and it was his fault.
"You've been seeing him, haven't you?" Adam asked, trying to hide the envy in his voice. When she didn't respond he stepped forward. "Katie?"
Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight. I know he's there, and you're probably hanging out and making eyes while across the room he stares.
"Yes?" She looked up at him with blue eyes as big as saucers.
"You've been seeing him." It wasn't a question this time; Adam knew better.
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance. And she'll say yes.
Katie choked on her words. "Er-yes. I'm sorry--"
Because these words were never easier for me to say, or her to second guess.
"Save it," He said. His words were harsh and sharp, and her lip started to tremble in response.
She was crying. She was crying really fucking hard and it scared him. It made his stomach twist, and he thought he was going to throw up. God, he was a horrible person. "Katie," Adam tried to say, but his mouth was so dry the word came out as a gasp for air.
And it'll be the first time in a week that I talk to you, and I can't speak. It's been three whole days since I've had sleep, 'cause I dream of his lips on your cheek.
He hadn't slept for three days. All he could think about was that stupid idiot touching his girl. He hadn't spoken to her in a week; what could he say now? They were back where they started; completely fucked.
You're all that I hoped I'd find, in every single way. And everything I could give is everything you couldn't take. Cause nothing feels like home. You're a thousand miles away.
"Adam," She blubbered. "He... I... We can't just..." She burst into convulsing sobs, her shoulders shaking with the effort to keep herself quiet.
And the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.
If he touched her, would it be so wrong? She'd made him promise to stay away, but how could he? Without her everything was a waste. He was miserable. Why couldn't she understand that?
And I got the point that I should leave you alone, but we both know that I'm not that strong. And I miss the lips that made me fly.
"Dump him," He croaked. "Get rid of him."
"It's not that easy."
"Isn't it?"
"Leave me alone, Adam," She said with a sniffle and another sob. "I don't even know why I let you in."
"I'm miserable without you, Katie," He said in a last-ditch attempt to get her to listen.
"You'll manage."
'Cause I know I'm good for something. I just haven't found it yet. But I need it.
No, he thought. He wouldn't manage. He'd be miserable for the rest of his life. "No, Katie, you don't understand. I mean, I know I'm good for something, but I have no idea what to do. I need you, Katie. I need you to help me. Please--"
"Stop," She said, pushing him towards the door. "Just stop."
"I'll be miserable," He countered.
"Like I said, you'll manage."
He stepped out into the hallway willingly and watched her slam the door in his face. He could live without her, but that didn't mean he'd be happy.
Because these words were never easier for me to say, or her to second guess. But I guess that I can live without you, but without you I'll be miserable.
And I can live without you, but without you I'll be miserable at best.
AN: This is one of those song/story write-ups, but I failed. Sorry. x]
The way she nibbled on her bottom lip drove him crazy; absolutely, out of his mind, crazy. And if the circumstances were any different, he'd strip her right there in her apartment foyer and do terrible things to her.
It's haunting but compared to your eyes nothing shines quite as bright, and when I look to the sky, it's not mine, but I want it so.
But unfortunately, the circumstances weren't different. She was about to cry, and it was his fault.
"You've been seeing him, haven't you?" Adam asked, trying to hide the envy in his voice. When she didn't respond he stepped forward. "Katie?"
Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight. I know he's there, and you're probably hanging out and making eyes while across the room he stares.
"Yes?" She looked up at him with blue eyes as big as saucers.
"You've been seeing him." It wasn't a question this time; Adam knew better.
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance. And she'll say yes.
Katie choked on her words. "Er-yes. I'm sorry--"
Because these words were never easier for me to say, or her to second guess.
"Save it," He said. His words were harsh and sharp, and her lip started to tremble in response.
She was crying. She was crying really fucking hard and it scared him. It made his stomach twist, and he thought he was going to throw up. God, he was a horrible person. "Katie," Adam tried to say, but his mouth was so dry the word came out as a gasp for air.
And it'll be the first time in a week that I talk to you, and I can't speak. It's been three whole days since I've had sleep, 'cause I dream of his lips on your cheek.
He hadn't slept for three days. All he could think about was that stupid idiot touching his girl. He hadn't spoken to her in a week; what could he say now? They were back where they started; completely fucked.
You're all that I hoped I'd find, in every single way. And everything I could give is everything you couldn't take. Cause nothing feels like home. You're a thousand miles away.
"Adam," She blubbered. "He... I... We can't just..." She burst into convulsing sobs, her shoulders shaking with the effort to keep herself quiet.
And the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.
If he touched her, would it be so wrong? She'd made him promise to stay away, but how could he? Without her everything was a waste. He was miserable. Why couldn't she understand that?
And I got the point that I should leave you alone, but we both know that I'm not that strong. And I miss the lips that made me fly.
"Dump him," He croaked. "Get rid of him."
"It's not that easy."
"Isn't it?"
"Leave me alone, Adam," She said with a sniffle and another sob. "I don't even know why I let you in."
"I'm miserable without you, Katie," He said in a last-ditch attempt to get her to listen.
"You'll manage."
'Cause I know I'm good for something. I just haven't found it yet. But I need it.
No, he thought. He wouldn't manage. He'd be miserable for the rest of his life. "No, Katie, you don't understand. I mean, I know I'm good for something, but I have no idea what to do. I need you, Katie. I need you to help me. Please--"
"Stop," She said, pushing him towards the door. "Just stop."
"I'll be miserable," He countered.
"Like I said, you'll manage."
He stepped out into the hallway willingly and watched her slam the door in his face. He could live without her, but that didn't mean he'd be happy.
Because these words were never easier for me to say, or her to second guess. But I guess that I can live without you, but without you I'll be miserable.
And I can live without you, but without you I'll be miserable at best.
AN: This is one of those song/story write-ups, but I failed. Sorry. x]
