If You Let Me Inside of Your World... There'll Be One Less Lonely Girl

Your market value, your resurrection
Your shallow concept
Help yourself, I hope you choke and die
I know you meant it, nice fucking disguise so hollow
Embrace the burn, you bleed
Just like you puke while running a mile

Tasha grabbed her phone and answered.

“Hello?
“Um… yeah. One second.” She handed me the phone.

“Hello?” I asked.
“Kaylee?”
“Yes…”
“It’s Craig. Craig Mabbitt.”
“Oh hey Craig!”
“The Avenged boys drug us to your house.”
“You’re at my house?” I asked in horror.
“Um… yeah.”
“Oh fuck, I’ll be there in a second. Don’t let them break a window.”
“Okay I wo-” He was cut off by a crash.
“What the fuck just happened!” I screamed jumping up.
“I don’t know.”
“Let me talk to Jimmy.”
“Alright.”

“Hey!”
“I swear if there is a window broken, I will make tour hell for you guys.”
“Okay.” He said nervously.
“You’ve got twenty minutes to fix the damn window, James Owen Sullivan.”

I handed Tasha the phone.

“I have to go. Avenged drug Escape to the house and they broke a fucking window. Mom, can I borrow your car?”
“Sure.”

I kissed Laryck bye and kissed the babies bye.

“See you guys later.”