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Best Thing In Town
Two.
I cannot begin to tell you how gorgeous, and messed up he was. He was perfect. Perfect in every sense of the word. To me.
He never thought before spoke, he swore like nobody's business, he got into too many fights, and his clothes were always wrinkled.
He was my weakness. That is something about me; I am immune to weaknesses. They're just not a part of my life in any way. Well, they used to not be. Before I met him, it was like I was always standing with my knees locked with so much tension, it'd make anyone's head spin. But when I muttered those first words to him, I fell completely. And after I left him, I painfully realized he was the only one who could pick me back up off the ground.
He broke me down. I've never been so grateful.
I met him at a party. I never went to parties, but I guess it was fate. He had been drinking. He spotted me along the wall, and decided to make himself known. I talked down to him like trash, because that's what he was. But that's a lie. I never once, in my life, thought Billie Joe Armstrong was trash.
He never thought before spoke, he swore like nobody's business, he got into too many fights, and his clothes were always wrinkled.
He was my weakness. That is something about me; I am immune to weaknesses. They're just not a part of my life in any way. Well, they used to not be. Before I met him, it was like I was always standing with my knees locked with so much tension, it'd make anyone's head spin. But when I muttered those first words to him, I fell completely. And after I left him, I painfully realized he was the only one who could pick me back up off the ground.
He broke me down. I've never been so grateful.
I met him at a party. I never went to parties, but I guess it was fate. He had been drinking. He spotted me along the wall, and decided to make himself known. I talked down to him like trash, because that's what he was. But that's a lie. I never once, in my life, thought Billie Joe Armstrong was trash.