Stories In Scars
Alcohol Didn't *** Up My Brain Cells
Wow. It’s weird to hear Spencer talk like this. I mean, he must have really, really liked this girl. And still does...
Anyways, the rest of our stories were really just teenage relationships. To sum it up in one word: shitty.
We talked until three in the morning, and then decided we should go to bed, since we had to be on the road by 7:30 the next morning.
Ryan and I didn’t go to bed right away though. We didn’t know when we’d be in a hotel next, so we made the most of our private room with walls, and a real bed.
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The next morning, I got up at 6:45. That gave me enough time to put on clean clothes (thank you Mr. Suds Laundromat) and call for food. I gave the boys a wake up call at 7:00, when the food came (thank you quick room service). They gobbled it down, put on some clothes (some wore their pajamas), and we went to the bus.
Thanks to the coffee, no one could go back to sleep.
“Grey, do you have any ideas for your album?” Spencer asked.
“Umm...,” I answer, “I was thinking something sortof theatrical. But stuff I can still play live by myself. I don’t know...”
“Any songs?” Jon asked, unaffected by the caffiene in the coffee.
“Yeah, sorta. Want to hear?”
“Yes!!!!!” Brendon yelled. Obviouslly, the caffeine affected him.
I pick up my guitar and start playing.
”the clubs where they serve
the under twenty-one whiskey
she said hey boy
come on, dance with me
smell the absolut on her breath
but he couldn’t refuse that short skirt
our love will be sober in the morning
couldn’t deny what i was feeling
alcohol fucked up all my brain cells
laying beside you, i can’t help
skin on skin and
hips on hips
lips on lips
moans and groans
touching and feeling and
sighs of ecstacy
love you, not really
see you at morningtide
a few weeks later
she’s in the bathroom
she’s tossing her cookies,
just not like before
she checks the stick and
dammit! there’s two lines
our love will be sober in the morning
couldn’t deny what i was feeling
alcohol fucked up all my brain cells
laying beside you, i can’t help
skin on skin and
hips on hips
lips on lips
moans and groans
touching and feeling and
sighs of ecstacy
love you, not really
see you at morningtide
walking down the aisle
in her ‘dream’ gown, with a bump, shh
the groom awaits her
the last time she saw him was eight months before
this is a shotgun marriage
don’t love you like i said
this is a shotgun marriage
don’t love you like i said
this is a shotgun marriage
don’t love you like i said
skin on skin and
hips on hips
lips on lips
moans and groans
touching and feeling and
sighs of ecstacy
love you, not really
skin on skin and
hips on hips
lips on lips
moans and groans
touching and feeling and
sighs of ecstacy
love you, not really”
“So, what do you guys think?” I ask them.
“I like,” Brendon says, with a grin.
“Me too,” Jon adds.
“Me three,” says Spence, being the smartass he is.
“It’s okay,” Ryan tells me, with all honesty.
“It’s just in the beginning stages. I wrote it a few days ago.”
“Well, then, it definately has the potential to be absolutely wonderful,” he tells me with a smile.
Damn. I love this boy.
Anyways, the rest of our stories were really just teenage relationships. To sum it up in one word: shitty.
We talked until three in the morning, and then decided we should go to bed, since we had to be on the road by 7:30 the next morning.
Ryan and I didn’t go to bed right away though. We didn’t know when we’d be in a hotel next, so we made the most of our private room with walls, and a real bed.
----------
The next morning, I got up at 6:45. That gave me enough time to put on clean clothes (thank you Mr. Suds Laundromat) and call for food. I gave the boys a wake up call at 7:00, when the food came (thank you quick room service). They gobbled it down, put on some clothes (some wore their pajamas), and we went to the bus.
Thanks to the coffee, no one could go back to sleep.
“Grey, do you have any ideas for your album?” Spencer asked.
“Umm...,” I answer, “I was thinking something sortof theatrical. But stuff I can still play live by myself. I don’t know...”
“Any songs?” Jon asked, unaffected by the caffiene in the coffee.
“Yeah, sorta. Want to hear?”
“Yes!!!!!” Brendon yelled. Obviouslly, the caffeine affected him.
I pick up my guitar and start playing.
”the clubs where they serve
the under twenty-one whiskey
she said hey boy
come on, dance with me
smell the absolut on her breath
but he couldn’t refuse that short skirt
our love will be sober in the morning
couldn’t deny what i was feeling
alcohol fucked up all my brain cells
laying beside you, i can’t help
skin on skin and
hips on hips
lips on lips
moans and groans
touching and feeling and
sighs of ecstacy
love you, not really
see you at morningtide
a few weeks later
she’s in the bathroom
she’s tossing her cookies,
just not like before
she checks the stick and
dammit! there’s two lines
our love will be sober in the morning
couldn’t deny what i was feeling
alcohol fucked up all my brain cells
laying beside you, i can’t help
skin on skin and
hips on hips
lips on lips
moans and groans
touching and feeling and
sighs of ecstacy
love you, not really
see you at morningtide
walking down the aisle
in her ‘dream’ gown, with a bump, shh
the groom awaits her
the last time she saw him was eight months before
this is a shotgun marriage
don’t love you like i said
this is a shotgun marriage
don’t love you like i said
this is a shotgun marriage
don’t love you like i said
skin on skin and
hips on hips
lips on lips
moans and groans
touching and feeling and
sighs of ecstacy
love you, not really
skin on skin and
hips on hips
lips on lips
moans and groans
touching and feeling and
sighs of ecstacy
love you, not really”
“So, what do you guys think?” I ask them.
“I like,” Brendon says, with a grin.
“Me too,” Jon adds.
“Me three,” says Spence, being the smartass he is.
“It’s okay,” Ryan tells me, with all honesty.
“It’s just in the beginning stages. I wrote it a few days ago.”
“Well, then, it definately has the potential to be absolutely wonderful,” he tells me with a smile.
Damn. I love this boy.