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writersblockiskillingme · 2 months

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I Bet You Think About Me | Coriolanus Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader (District12!reader)

Summary: On the day of his wedding he had everything... except for the bride that he wanted.

Warning/s: angst, kind of like hurt/no comfort kind of thing, wedding, marriage without love, Coryo is drinking alcohol, reader is basically Lucy Gray in this situation, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: I'M BACKK!! I missed writing so much, to be honest. All those Coryo and Lucy Gray edits to this song, plus the music video, inspired me to do this. Enjoy!

3 AM and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine

Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine

And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree

And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me, huh

Coriolanus Snow. The young president of Panem. He truly now felt like he had everything. He did an outstanding job as the Gamemaker. In fact, not long after, his work was praised so much that he could finally take that last step to get what he always, truly wanted. And he, in fact, did it. He was the newest president of Panem, and he knew that that was going to last for a very long time.

He had the title. He had the riches. He never had to starve ever again. He never had to wear poorly made clothes. He had the trust of the people in the Capitol, and he had the control of those in the Districts.

But as a president, everyone expected of him to choose his First Lady of Panem as quicklyaspossible, and he knew that it couldn't be just anybody.

So here he was today. Dressed up in a traditional but quite modern black tuxedo with a white undershirt and a purely white rose tucked into his suit on the right side of his chest. Standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom, preparing his wedding speech that he will have to say once he and Livia Cardew are standing on the aisle.

Livia Cardew. She was truly perfect for him. He didn't love her, of course, but that was also his own choice. That's what made her perfect for him.

Once he was forced to find himself a bride because every elite in the Capitol kept pushing, he realized that he truly had no choice. He had to keep up his reputation respectable. So, of course, he knew that his wife, the Future Lady of the Panem, couldn't be just anybody.

Livia Cardew was rich. Her family was too, of course. Their family was respected and considered quite important. Plus, she was pretty. He couldn't really deny that, really.

He chose power, money and reputation that Livia had instead of the love, kindness and compassion that came with you.

He chose it that day that he left you in the woods of District 12. He never knew what happened to you. Did you die? Did you manage to run away in the storm that somehow messed up his head. And perhaps High-as-a-kite-Bottom was telling him some sort of truth when he said that mysteries had a way of driving people mad. And perhaps, if he stayed with you, he would marry someone for love.

Coriolanus let out a groan, shaking his head in a poor attempt to shake those thoughts away. His love for you made him weak. Weak in a way that he never wanted to experience ever again.

Livia didn't have his heart like you did. He doesn't love her. Therefore, he shall never feel weak ever again. He wanted that. He wanted to never love Livia. It was easy, though. It was easy not falling in love with her. Easy compared to you.

But no! He simply refused to think about you on this day. The day of his wedding. He refused the thoughts of you to consume his mind once again. Coriolanus wouldn't let that happen.

So he turned back to the giant mirror that stood in front of him and started to go over his vows once again.

"My darling Livia. You are the most beautiful person I have every encountered." Coriolanus felt his breath shorten at his own lies. "And today, I am honored to be your husband."

It was so fake. It was so cheesy. It was so untrue.

He had to prepare the speech for his bride. For the bride that he never loved.

"Mr. President?" One of the servants came in and addressed him shortly. "It's time."

"I will be there shortly." Coriolanus replied coldly, and the servant closed the door behind him.

Once the door was closed shut once again, he let out a quite loud sigh. In just a few minutes Livia will become a Snow and he will have to proudly show off his little wife that tormented and made fun of him for years during his academy days.

With that thought, President Coriolanus Snow stepped forward towards the door. On the doorway, he lingered. He looked out of the window across his room. He looked out on the city of the Capitol and its glamor and riches and he once again came to a realization that Livia was a perfect fit for his lifestyle unlike you. But he won't ever think of you again.

With the thoughts of you that once again swarmed his head, he loudly closed the door behind himself. Slamming it shut.

Well, I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles

Yeah, they let me sit in back when we were in love

Oh, they sit around talkin' 'bout the meaning of life

And the book that just saved 'em that I hadn't heard of

After the priest said everything that needed to be said and after Coriolanus, and Livia, did everything that needed to be done the young, freshly married couple walked towards the reception, quickly being surrounded by the Capitol's elite that eagerly introduced themselves like they were one of the most important people there.

Perhaps they were, not that Coriolanus cared even a slightest bit.

Livia was standing in the middle of the circle made by the numerous Capitol's elite while he was standing next to her, a glass of posca in his hand. He knew that drinking that liquid in his glass was not the smartest thing for him considering the fact that the alcoholic drink was perhaps a bit too strong.

Not like he considered it worth giving a damn. He needed something very strong to wash away the feeling of Livia Snow's lips on his once the priest said that he can now kiss his bride.

And now, as he took yet another sip from the tall glass, he still felt disgusted by her. Himself. The whole situation.

A few more minutes, that to Coriolanus felt like hours, passed by. The people's excited chatter. The joy of the new President and the Panem's First Lady was over-the-top evident on everyone's face, except for his.

Livia was bathing in attention that were given to her, smiling, quite pleased with the whole situation. Coriolanus felt like he was going to throw up as he watched the scene unfold in front of him as he, too, had to pretend to be happy with everything.

And perhaps it was to much of the posca that he drowned that night or perhaps it was all of the whiteness of the entire reception that made him think what he thought. Hear what he heard.

As he took another sip from the glass, he could have sworn that he heard that melodic voice that haunted both his dreams and his worst nightmares.

But now that we're done and it's over

I bet you couldn't believe

When you realized I'm harder to forget than I was to leave

And I bet you think about me

Coriolanus watched with wide eyes as you stood a few feet away from him, dressed in the blood-red dress that reached the floor barely as it hugged your frame perfectly. You, in your red dress, stood out so perfectly among the white clothes that every guest was required to wear. You stood out so much, he wondered how nobody but him noticed you.

You stood tall and proud by the enormously big wedding cake, which required the front door to be taken away so it could be placed where it was. Snow remembered watching the staff bringing in the cake, the door laying on the grass behind the servant as they carried the said cake. It was ridiculous.

You turned towards the cake, not noticing his ever so blue eyes trailing on you as you moved.

Coriolanus felt his breath shorten once again as he watched your everlasting beauty. He was suddenly very aware of the cool glass that contained posca in his hand and the cold sweat that was sliding down his spine. Was it panic? Was it anticipation? He didn't know.

He watched you as you stretched your hand out towards the top of the cake as you stood on the gigantic table where it was placed, your red heels clicking as you did so.

Suddenly, you knocked over two figures, one of himself and one of Livia dressed up for their wedding. He let out a quiet, barely audible, gasp as you did so and then slowly lowered yourself to the ground.

A little girl, dressed in white, a guest, appeared you as Coriolanus watched. You quickly froze, standing completely still. After a very short while, you slid your finger over the icing of the cake and put the finger in your mouth, tasting the cake.

The little girl smiled and did the same. You and the girl shared the smile before you struck your hand into the cake, ripping one piece out revealing the red color under the purely white cake before you shoved it into your mouth, eating it. The little girl ran off after getting the taste of the delicious cake as you chewed on your piece.

As you did so, Coriolanus and you established eye contact. You made a grimace that clearly indicated that you were disappointed that you had been caught.

Coriolanus Snow allowed himself to blink for a moment to compose himself, and once he re-opened, you were gone.

You grew up in a silver-spoon gated community

Glamorous, shiny, bright Beverly Hills

I was raised on a farm, no, it wasn't a mansion

Just livin' room dancin' and kitchen table bills

Coriolanus and Livia sat down at the front of the reception as the entertainer did his job. He entered the guests of the Capitol’s elite with the microphone in his hand, tight grip on it, which showed Coriolanus that he was nervous.

Coriolanus brushed it off because, all things considered, he was doing quite a good job. He even found himself laughing along to the jokes that were being made.

After one more joke, he turned to one of the Capitol’s elite to quietly, with a smile on his face, discuss the joke that was made. However, the moment he turned back around, his smile disappeared at the sight in front of him.

You were standing there, in a red suit, with a red microphone on your hands, making jokes.

"And then," you spoke in the fit of giggles. "He left me in the woods to die after he told me he loved me."

You laughed after it, and every single Capitol’s elite followed. Coriolanus felt like he wanted to die at that moment, the look of pure horror planted onto his face.

"And best of all was that he HIMSELF tried to kill me with a gun!" You smiled as you tapped a few times on the table near Livia as you pointed at him with a smile, and every single guest of the wedding reception broke into laughter once again.

This can't be real, can it? Coriolanus thought to himself as he watched you.

But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for

And you and I fell like an early spring snow

But reality crept in, you said we're too different

You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes

After that, you, out of nowhere, pulled out a little red box as you made your way towards Livia, who was looking at you with anticipation and excitement.

You handed her your gift as Coriolanus found it harder and harder to breathe.

Livia quickly, but gracefully, opened the box as she removed the ribbon on top.

And as she pulled out the shawl that belonged to Coriolanus' mother, he felt like he was going to scream at the top of his lungs.

It was the shawl that Coriolanus gifted to you back when the two of you took off into the woods. That was the only thing that he found once he started to chase you through the woods. He never found you, though.

Livia placed it around her as she thanked you for the gift. Everyone around you swooned at your sweet gesture as they clapped pleasingly.

You bowed your head down slowly after you drowned the glass of alcohol, falling into the crowd of guests. Disappearing once again.

Now you're out in the world, searchin' for your soul

Scared not to be hip, scared to get old

Chasin' make-believe status, last time you felt free

Was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me

Coriolanus chased after you, trying to catch you. He was suddenly blinded by the light because of the photographer that was taking pictures.

After the photographer went away, Coriolanus rubbed his eyes as his vision, thankfully, turned back to normal. He looked ahead.

And there you were. In a while wedding dress. The back of the dress was trailing behind you. The dress was also graced by white roses all over it. Your hair was in a type of hairstyle that was holding it all up. Your eyes were watching his every move as you stood in front of him.

Coriolanus felt like he couldn't breathe, and so, for a moment, he felt himself longing to cherish every moment of this.

It was just like Coriolanus had imagined it. You as his bride, himself as your groom. It was everything that he truly needed. Everything he ever wanted. Just you and him. You two of you having your first dance as a freshly married couple.

Suddenly, all lights but one went away. The white light above you shined as Coriolanus tried to catch his breath.

He slowly stepped forward, and you immediately followed his lead. Soon, you were standing in front of each other. Chest to chest. So intimate. So perfect.

He slowly reached for your hand, placing it onto his as he soaked up the feeling of your soft skin against his.

He slid his other hand around your waist, bringing you closer to him as you placed your other hand on his shoulder. For a moment, everything stood still. For a moment, the only thing that Coriolanus could hear was his breathing and the beating of his heart.

Coriolanus and you leaned your foreheads against each other, noses brushing. Coriolanus closed his eyes. He never wanted this to end. Then you started to dance.

You were moving with such grace as he spinned you around. His hand in yours as you slided around the dance floor.

"Coryo," your soft voice that whispered in his ear broke the peaceful silence, and his eyes snapped to yours. His eyes. His ocean blue eyes that were always so cold now looked at you with so much gentleness and pure adoration.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, my love." Coriolanus answered without any hesitation.

"Does it make you feel sad that the love that you're looking for was the love that you had?"

Coriolanus was speechless. The look in your eyes caused the lump in his throat to be stuck there forevermore. He didn't say anything. He didn't protest to your claim. How could he? You were right. On the day of his wedding, he wished to marry you, not Livia. He never found in Livia what he did in you, and he, let's be honest, never will.

Suddenly, before he could stop you, you moved away from him, letting go of his hand and shoulder.

But now that we're done and it's over

I bet it's hard to believe

But it turned out I'm harder to forget than I was to leave

And, yeah, I bet you think about me

You lifted the front of your dress a little bit so you could walk without tripping over. You gazed over your shoulder at Coriolanus before you continued to walk away.

Once you were far away from him, you turned around, quickly causing your hair to fall down your shoulders as you leaned towards him.

All of a sudden, your dress turned red, and as you took a hold of your guitar that he knew all too well (hihi, get it?) the white roses on your dress were painted red.

The white curtain behind you fell, revealing the red light and the Covey as you played your guitar, softly swaying to the music you made.

"I hope you get what you deserve, Coriolanus Snow," you spoke softly, meeting his eyes once more. "But I don't need to worry. You will get what you deserve one day."

With a soft smile, you started to sing.

I bet you think about me when you're out

At your cool indie music concerts every week

I bet you think about me in your house

With your organic shoes and your million-dollar couch

I bet you think about me when you say

"Oh my God, she's insane, she wrote a song about me"

I bet you think about me 🌹

TAGLIST:

@hellonheels-x @especiallythewomenandthechildren @prettyinsatiable @10ava01 @regulusblackcore @writesleah @thecrowdedstreetin1944 @caroline-books @runningfrom2am

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likeadevils · 6 months

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wait whats ur red tracklist

THANK YOU FOR ASKING I CAN YELL ABOUT THIS FOR AGES I MADE A PLAYLIST I LOVE IT SO MUCH

state of grace

22 (partially because 2 partially because i like how the second and second to last songs are two sides of being 22)

treacherous

i knew you were trouble

all too well

we are never ever getting back together (i remember it all too well 🙁 -> I REMEMBER WHEN WE BROKE UP 😡)

come back be here (the whiplash. delightful. also just a good exploration of how even when red relationships are going well they still hurt)

the last time (the first time she’s asking you this turning into the last time)

red (palette cleaner as we move into the second half of the album)

run (“loving him was like driving a new maserti down a dead end street” fading into “give me the keys, i’ll bring the car back around” makes me FERAL)

sad beautiful tragic (the parallels with run GOD)

holy ground (god that was sad we need a BOP)

better man (it’s the clearest picture she paints on why exactly that man hurt her. she still misses him, but she’s teaching herself not to)

i bet you think about me (better man into “i bet you’re just fine, fast asleep in your city that’s better than mine, and the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree, and i bet your friends tell you she’s better than me.” also after an album of being tormented by memories, the last song about the relationship being like you know what? i bet you think about me. would’ve been fucking iconic)

nothing new (after ibytam being like, “haha you’re endlessly chasing youth” being like. “oh no people only value me for my youth” just hits like a sack of bricks. like it shows the consequences of that type of relationship that goes beyond heartbreak, and affects your self perception permanently)

begin again (after nothing new it’s just. it changes the whole song)

bonus tracks!

forever winter

starlight

babe

state of grace (acoustic)

red (demo)

all too well (ten minute version)

#asks*#claire’s versions*

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ihateitheretaylor · 1 year

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3 a.m. and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine..fast asleep in your city that's better than mine..and the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree. And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me, huh. -I bet you think about me, Red(Taylor's version) [x]

#taylor swift #ibytam #i bet you think about me #red tv #red tv vault #<3 #tsuserlizzie #tsuserashley #tsuserjen #tsuserkatie #tsusermeggie #tsusergracie #usermotelbar #tsuserlaura #tsuserbella #userhallie #userleah #stel creations*

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eddienbird · 2 years

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I Bet You Think About Me

Summary: You were previously in a relationship with Steve Harrington and you’re hearing the news that he’s engaged to Nancy.

Warnings/Tags: Cursing|Smoking|Implied Sex|

A/N: I know my blog is mostly for Eddie content but every time I hear this song, I think about Steve for some reason so I had to write lol. I hope you like it. -Bird

Based on: I Bet You Think About Me - Taylor Swift

3 a.m. and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me

I can not fucking believe you, Steve Harrington. I don’t think you even care that Tommy and Carol have been bullying me about you. They’re showing me stupid pictures of her ring that you claim you saved up for months. On a Family Video worker's salary? Give me a break. Your daddy probably was ecstatic that you were back with Nancy and paid it in full. I’m surprised everyone believes your bullshit.

Especially Nancy… That cute little A+ goody two shoes. Even when she left you for that weirdo Jonathan, you were still under her spell. You probably didn’t tell her that when you found out that they were official, you were in my bed crying. I was there to comfort you. I was such a fool to give you as much as I did, but damn I couldn’t help it.

You were so intoxicating, Harrington. Your stupid hair that fell perfectly in brown swoops on top of your head. Your chiseled brows that framed those gorgeous brown eyes. Your smile that made me melt, especially when it was wrapped around my cigarettes as you smoked out of my car window. I bet Nancy doesn’t let you smoke around her. She probably thinks it’s a disgusting habit. That priss.

Well, I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles Yeah, they let me sit in back when we were in love Oh, they sit around talkin' 'bout the meaning of life And the book that just saved 'em that I hadn't heard of But now that we're done and it's over I bet you couldn't believe When you realized I'm harder to forget, than I was to leave

I tried my hardest to be as good as Nancy. I came to every single party, family gathering, and after-school hangout I could. But you and I knew that I stood out like a sore thumb. You had brand new clothes from Gap every single time I saw you. I wore hand-me-down dresses from my mom. I didn’t know how to apply makeup for shit, but you said I looked beautiful just the way I was. What a load of shit Steve.

But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for And you and I fell like an early spring snow But reality crept in, you said we're too different You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes Mr. Superior-Thinkin' Do you have all the space that you need? I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy

I will never get over the day you called it quits. You gave me that whole “It’s not you, it’s me” speech. What did you expect me to do Steve? Say I understand? Say “Hey it’s okay, we can still be friends”? No you asshole. It’s not okay. You made me fall in love with you.

I knew I loved you that day you snuck up into my room. Our voices were soft and hushed because my parents were sleeping in the other room. You played my favorite song on my radio and held me in your arms. We swayed to the beat and stared into each other's eyes. You told me you loved me and you kissed me until we were on the floor, exploring my body. I just let you have it because I thought I could trust you.

block it all out The voices so loud sayin', "Why did you let her go?" Does it make you feel sad That the love that you're lookin' for Is the love that you had?

I hope Nancy gives you everything I never could. I hope she gives you those six kids and the perfect housewife personality you always wanted me to have. You’ll never get to know if we’d be good in a forever home. You guys are doomed to be exactly the same as Ted and Karen Wheeler.

Now you're out in the world, searchin' for your soul Scared not to be hip, scared to get old Chasing make-believe status, last time you felt free Was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me

#steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #stancy #stancy x reader

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instantduckninja · 1 year

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My brain is fundamentally broken and made possibly the worst “random song is now a ship song” assignment I’ve every made. Since I now can’t shake this thought, I’m make you all suffer with me.

It’s 2021 and Hob’s students come to class and are HORRIFIED he has not listened to the new Taylor Swift album, insisting it is the most important and influential piece of art of the year. Hob, possibly thinking about his Stranger and it being his job to report on all the major innovations of humanity in the current decade, agrees they can play him a few of the songs.

Things are going fine until they play “I Bet You Think About Me”. Hob holds it together in class, but cut to a few hours later. Hob is totally plastered, belting along for the tenth time because lines like

“3 a.m. and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine

Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine

And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree

And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me”

Bring him right back to 1589 and his Stranger walking off with that hack Shaxberd and

“Mr. Superior-Thinkin'

Do you have all the space that you need?

I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy

And I bet you think about me”

Puts him right on the street, alone in the rain in 1889.

Bonus points if, even after they get back together the song gets Hob in his feels. So, one night a baffled Dream has to deal with a (probably tipsy) Hob asking Dream he thought Hob was good enough even if he “grew up on a farm, no it wasn’t a mansion, just living room dancing and kitchen table bills”. He points out that Hob’s childhood home had no living room because it was all one room, puts him to bed, and then promptly invades the dreams of this music artist to inspire her to write a new album so different songs will be played on the radio.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #music #this is so dumb i'm sorry

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missegyptiana · 2 years

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3AM AND IM STILL AWAKE I BET YOURE JUST FINE FAST ASLEEP IN YOUR CITY THATS BETTER THAN MINE AND THE GIRL IN YOURE BED HAS A FINE PEDIGREE AND ILL BET YOURE FRIENDS TELL YOU SHES BETTER THAN ME

#i bet you think about me #red #isabella speaks

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speaknowtaylor · 2 years

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Midnights 3 a.m. and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine fast asleep in your city that's better than mine and the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree and I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me, huh version

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drivemysoul · 7 months

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and the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree and i’ll bet your friends tell you she’s better than me. HA.

#taylor.txt #so rinko and sugou coded. so rika and kazuto coded. so sugu and kazuto coded. so fanatio and bercouli coded.

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har1een · 1 year

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a side ( @crimeloyalty ) ⸺ cruel summer ; i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard? the archer ; i’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you. delicate ; my reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me. dancing with our hands tied ; swaying as the room burned down. dress ; i don’t want you like a best friend. mirrorball ; i’m still on that trapeze ; i’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me. august ; so much for summer love and saying us, ‘cause you weren’t mine to lose. ivy ; so tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become and drink my husband’s wine. renegade ; are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these? treacherous ; nothing safe is worth the drive, and i would follow you, follow you home. holy ground ; we block the noise with the sound of ‘i need you,’ and, for the first time, i had something to lose. begin again ; i think it’s strange that you think i’m funny ‘cause he never did. state of grace ; we learn to live with the pain; mosaic broken hearts. forever winter ; live my life scared to death he’ll decide to leave instead. false god ; the altar is my hips, even if it’s a false god. lavender haze ; they’re bringing up my history, but you weren’t even listening. anti-hero ; one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving ‘cause you got tired of my scheming for the last time. snow on the beach ; you wanting me tonight feels impossible. high infidelity ; do i really have to to tell you how he brought me back to life? glitch ; we were supposed to be just friends.

b side ( @shepurrs ) ⸺ this is why we can’t have nice things ; stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand. all you had to do was stay ; all i know is that you drove us off the road. the story of us ; this is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but i liked it better when you were on my side. better than revenge ; soon she’s gonna find stealing other people’s toys on the playground won’t make you many friends. haunted ; something’s made your eyes go cold. last kiss ; i never imagined we’d end like this. if this was a movie ; it’s not the kind of ending you wanna see now. exile ; you were my town, now i’m in exile seeing you out. my tears ricochet ; and if i’m dead to you, why are you at the wake? mad woman ; and women like hunting witches too. champagne problems ; she’ll patch up your tapestry that i shred. tolerate it ; where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire? happiness ; i hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you. no, i didn’t mean that, sorry. i can’t see facts through all of my fury. coney island ; and do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care? you all over me ; had you, got burned. held out and held on god knows, too long. and wasted time, lost tears. swore that i’d get out of here. but no amount of freedom gets you clean. forever and always ; this thing is breaking down ; we almost never speak. sad beautiful tragic ; distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, the train runs off its tracks. kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? better man ; and it was always on your terms ; i waited on every careless word, hoping they might turn sweet again like it was in the beginning. i bet you think about me ; and the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree and i bet your friends tell you she’s better than me. death by a thousand cuts ; you said it was a great love, one for the ages. but if the story’s over, why am i still writing pages? maroon ; that’s a real fuckin’ legacy, to leave. question . . . ? ; do you wish you’d put up more of a fight when she said it was too much? do you wish you could still touch her? bejeweled ; sapphire tears on my face ; sadness became my whole sky.

#edits.

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