Never Heard that Silence
1/1
Oreo
AN: Well. This is interesting. I just needed to write this for some reason. I love it. It took me five minutes. Literally. But I love it. I guess I like UC songfics. And I like Alex. So here we have it.
Disclaimer: Alex, Jake, and Carlos belong to-well, nobody really, but NBC at first. Now no one. "Kody" belongs to matchbox twenty.
Kody sat down on the avenue He tapped his feet, to the humming of the highway He watched the light shine down on the broken glass and thought I don't got no reasons, yet
She's still here. None of us thought that she'd stay a day with the team after Carlos left. She didn't. I mean, she's still here, still here, but not still here.
Not the here that helps you know that your partner's got your back. Not the here that reassures you in a dark alleyway at night, where it's cold and it's and the only sound is your heart, and your breathing and it's dark and cold and you're almost afraid because it's so dark and so cold, and, dios mio, some guy is trying to kill you and you can't see straight to shoot and it's dark and cold and you wish you hadn't watched that stupid Stephen King movie the other night and you think you're alone.
It gets scarier when you know you're alone.
Why is she still here here?
There it is and there it was And it was clear to all of us We kept this hat of broken dreams And we pulled them out, when we needed them around.
I don't know how much longer she'll last. She sits here, finishes her report, does all the stuff that she always does, the goddam stuff that Alex always does, she goes and does her Alex stuff.
But she's not really Alex. She's lost, dazed, confused, whatever the fuck Roget wants to call it, but whatever it is, she's not there, she's not here. God knows where she is.
Or maybe he doesn't, maybe it's just gravity holding up the moon at night, maybe it's just not.
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now And please give me direction; I think the hurt set in And I don't feel nothing yet.
There's a squeak hinge down on the back gate It lets us know if he comes around I don't sleep that good anyway If you've never heard the silence, it's a God awful sound
I don't know where she is now. I don't know where she went. I wish to God that she had stayed here. Even though she wasn't. I wish that she's here now. I wish that I knew where here is exactly. I wish I knew where she was. I wish I knew where I was.
I'll have another drink, thanks.
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now. And please give me direction, I think I just caved in Hell, don't feel nothing, Hell yeah, Hell don't feel nothing Hell don't feel nothing There's nothing to feel good about.
God. I hate this, hate not knowing, hate how I care, hate how I know nothing, never will, about her. I don't know where she is, if she's dead or alive, or whatever.
She's not with Carlos. We know that much. I wish she was. I wish this hadn't happened.
Don't much get down to the avenue I could drive, but it takes so much to get there Don't get off on all the broken glass, the Cadillac scene, Well I've seen a lot of good things die and I'm In an over emotional way
God. I just don't. I just wish this was over but that it hadn't happened so that it was over. That doesn't mean sense, does it? I can't understand-concentrate, I mean. I just.
Thanks. You're a good guy to talk to.
So please hand me that bottle I think I'm lonely now. And please give me direction I think the hurts in. Hell, well, please hand me the bottle I think I'm lonely now, I'm lonely now, I'm lonely now So hold me now, ah, hold me now And please give me direction, I think I just caved in Well, it ain't nothing.
1/1
Oreo
AN: Well. This is interesting. I just needed to write this for some reason. I love it. It took me five minutes. Literally. But I love it. I guess I like UC songfics. And I like Alex. So here we have it.
Disclaimer: Alex, Jake, and Carlos belong to-well, nobody really, but NBC at first. Now no one. "Kody" belongs to matchbox twenty.
Kody sat down on the avenue He tapped his feet, to the humming of the highway He watched the light shine down on the broken glass and thought I don't got no reasons, yet
She's still here. None of us thought that she'd stay a day with the team after Carlos left. She didn't. I mean, she's still here, still here, but not still here.
Not the here that helps you know that your partner's got your back. Not the here that reassures you in a dark alleyway at night, where it's cold and it's and the only sound is your heart, and your breathing and it's dark and cold and you're almost afraid because it's so dark and so cold, and, dios mio, some guy is trying to kill you and you can't see straight to shoot and it's dark and cold and you wish you hadn't watched that stupid Stephen King movie the other night and you think you're alone.
It gets scarier when you know you're alone.
Why is she still here here?
There it is and there it was And it was clear to all of us We kept this hat of broken dreams And we pulled them out, when we needed them around.
I don't know how much longer she'll last. She sits here, finishes her report, does all the stuff that she always does, the goddam stuff that Alex always does, she goes and does her Alex stuff.
But she's not really Alex. She's lost, dazed, confused, whatever the fuck Roget wants to call it, but whatever it is, she's not there, she's not here. God knows where she is.
Or maybe he doesn't, maybe it's just gravity holding up the moon at night, maybe it's just not.
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now And please give me direction; I think the hurt set in And I don't feel nothing yet.
There's a squeak hinge down on the back gate It lets us know if he comes around I don't sleep that good anyway If you've never heard the silence, it's a God awful sound
I don't know where she is now. I don't know where she went. I wish to God that she had stayed here. Even though she wasn't. I wish that she's here now. I wish that I knew where here is exactly. I wish I knew where she was. I wish I knew where I was.
I'll have another drink, thanks.
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now. And please give me direction, I think I just caved in Hell, don't feel nothing, Hell yeah, Hell don't feel nothing Hell don't feel nothing There's nothing to feel good about.
God. I hate this, hate not knowing, hate how I care, hate how I know nothing, never will, about her. I don't know where she is, if she's dead or alive, or whatever.
She's not with Carlos. We know that much. I wish she was. I wish this hadn't happened.
Don't much get down to the avenue I could drive, but it takes so much to get there Don't get off on all the broken glass, the Cadillac scene, Well I've seen a lot of good things die and I'm In an over emotional way
God. I just don't. I just wish this was over but that it hadn't happened so that it was over. That doesn't mean sense, does it? I can't understand-concentrate, I mean. I just.
Thanks. You're a good guy to talk to.
So please hand me that bottle I think I'm lonely now. And please give me direction I think the hurts in. Hell, well, please hand me the bottle I think I'm lonely now, I'm lonely now, I'm lonely now So hold me now, ah, hold me now And please give me direction, I think I just caved in Well, it ain't nothing.
