So what's your favourte colour punk?
Gonna burn your city down
Gerard’s POV
Frankie, I don’t know how to say this, so I wrote this, hope you understand;
...Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running
But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
[x4]
As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning
Forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you you're the only one
Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun
And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever
--p.s. I love you forever.
I picked up the piece of paper and read it through. A song? What the fuck was going on in my mind!? I know I love him and all, but this? This just seems a bit much, even to me, I mean firstly the song sucks, well actually...No it doesn't suck, I'm just my harshest critic, but as sexist as this sounds, isn't it such a girly thing to do? I'm too confused.
I placed the paper in the bottom drawer of my dresser, under a pile of clothes and picked up my art portfolio. I flipped through my sketches and eventually settled on the most recent one, I placed an 'XO' in the bottom corner and placed it back in the portfolio.
Matt's POV
I walked down the hallway to room 21, I knew the reaction I wanted, but I hadn't seen Frank in years. I made sure I got this school, ha, Frank had no idea I was out, hell he had no idea that I was ever going to get out. The only downside to school is I'm not allowed to do any experiments that involve fire. That kinda sucks, but like that's the only way I can feed my obsession.
I knocked on the door to homeroom and got called in. Any conversations that had been going on before I entered the classroom had now stopped, I walked over to the teacher who introduced himself as 'Mr. Jacobs', he handed me an envelope that contained my schedule, and diary etc. Like I give a fuck, I was instantly tempted to ask if any of it was flammable, but decided that it wasn't in my best interest to ask. He indicated to a free seat at the back of the room, I got about half way down the row before a girl with long dark hair dropped her pencil about one metre in front of me and batted her eyes at me suggestively. Ew. I stopped, looked her in the eye, snorted and kept walking, making sure to step on and snap the previously mentioned pencil. The guys in the far corner jeered at the rejected girl and for a fraction of a second I regretted what I had done, but then I returned to normal and my momentary glitch was forgotten.
I was seated on my own in the corner, right next to another desk of two, on which only one person was sitting. He had chocolate brown hair down to his shoulders and deep brown eyes, he also I noticed was sporting a lip ring, hell I had to say he looked hot. His face adjusted after looking at me for a moment, like he was trying to place me, he was still doing this when I sat down. I decided to ignore him and began to hum to myself a made up tune, people seemed to get scared by this tune, but to me it's a song of comfort and hope, hey I'm just odd.
Oli's POV
I knew him, how did I know him? It was something about the way he held himself, like he had a higher power, smugness but more dangerous than that. Like he was a time bomb. The way his hair was spiked, it was obviously styled, but in a way that suggested that its natural sitting position wasn't too far off it's styled one...if that makes sense, he had decided to ignore me, which was fine by me. He seemed like he belonged somewhere else, in a different world, the state he was in, the song he was humming. There it is again, déjà vu. I know that song, how? Then I remembered, looked at him and froze, third time round he slowly whispered;
"We're gonna burn your city down"
Frankie, I don’t know how to say this, so I wrote this, hope you understand;
...Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running
But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
[x4]
As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning
Forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you you're the only one
Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun
And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever
--p.s. I love you forever.
I picked up the piece of paper and read it through. A song? What the fuck was going on in my mind!? I know I love him and all, but this? This just seems a bit much, even to me, I mean firstly the song sucks, well actually...No it doesn't suck, I'm just my harshest critic, but as sexist as this sounds, isn't it such a girly thing to do? I'm too confused.
I placed the paper in the bottom drawer of my dresser, under a pile of clothes and picked up my art portfolio. I flipped through my sketches and eventually settled on the most recent one, I placed an 'XO' in the bottom corner and placed it back in the portfolio.
Matt's POV
I walked down the hallway to room 21, I knew the reaction I wanted, but I hadn't seen Frank in years. I made sure I got this school, ha, Frank had no idea I was out, hell he had no idea that I was ever going to get out. The only downside to school is I'm not allowed to do any experiments that involve fire. That kinda sucks, but like that's the only way I can feed my obsession.
I knocked on the door to homeroom and got called in. Any conversations that had been going on before I entered the classroom had now stopped, I walked over to the teacher who introduced himself as 'Mr. Jacobs', he handed me an envelope that contained my schedule, and diary etc. Like I give a fuck, I was instantly tempted to ask if any of it was flammable, but decided that it wasn't in my best interest to ask. He indicated to a free seat at the back of the room, I got about half way down the row before a girl with long dark hair dropped her pencil about one metre in front of me and batted her eyes at me suggestively. Ew. I stopped, looked her in the eye, snorted and kept walking, making sure to step on and snap the previously mentioned pencil. The guys in the far corner jeered at the rejected girl and for a fraction of a second I regretted what I had done, but then I returned to normal and my momentary glitch was forgotten.
I was seated on my own in the corner, right next to another desk of two, on which only one person was sitting. He had chocolate brown hair down to his shoulders and deep brown eyes, he also I noticed was sporting a lip ring, hell I had to say he looked hot. His face adjusted after looking at me for a moment, like he was trying to place me, he was still doing this when I sat down. I decided to ignore him and began to hum to myself a made up tune, people seemed to get scared by this tune, but to me it's a song of comfort and hope, hey I'm just odd.
Oli's POV
I knew him, how did I know him? It was something about the way he held himself, like he had a higher power, smugness but more dangerous than that. Like he was a time bomb. The way his hair was spiked, it was obviously styled, but in a way that suggested that its natural sitting position wasn't too far off it's styled one...if that makes sense, he had decided to ignore me, which was fine by me. He seemed like he belonged somewhere else, in a different world, the state he was in, the song he was humming. There it is again, déjà vu. I know that song, how? Then I remembered, looked at him and froze, third time round he slowly whispered;
"We're gonna burn your city down"
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