(You might have to mess around with the text thingy if all is in bold; It's not suppose to be.)
Author: No idea where this came from but I needed something like this to clear my head. And 1st song fic ever, tell me if I did it right?
You'll find out the POV at the end.
Song: Counting Crows- Round here
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nor any money. Please don't sue.
'Round Here
Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
He watched as the bright orange rays stayed hidden behind the fog, trying to penetrate the thick air of fog that came over night. The waves of the ocean barely breaking through as they splashed at his feet, delicately. Bringing his hands up, he squeezed his light jacket tighter around his small body and breathed out.
Resting his head between his knees, he thought of everything that had happened. And couldn't choose between his emotions, pride or worry.
I walk in the air between the rain,
Through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying.
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know
With the turmoil in his head, he got up and dragged his feet through the sand. He had not even bothered with his sandles when he walked out of his little home, finding the sand to be something comforting.
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Sniffles were stopped and tears were held back. Even though his little family was falling apart.
Nothing would ever be the same.
Nothing.
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house, takes her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more that just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
It was all he had left. They were the only ones who understood him.
Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands
He had made a name for himself here and he was surrounded by people who cared. The world was so cruel.
Stopping, he turned to face the ocean once more and watched the water. The waves were no longer delicately, they were furious, vicious as they fought with another. Slamming into the sand hard enough to bounce forward at him.
Sleeping children got to run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning
Fog surrounded him, becoming thicker. The wind it whipped at him softly slapped his cheek as it whispered into his ears.
She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh...I know it's only in my head."
He closed his eyes and breathed in.
But the girl on the car in the parking lot
Says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling."
Opening his eyes, the fog in front of him had completely obscured his vision from the ocean. He was completely blind and cut off from the world.
Then she looks up at the building
And says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
She must be tired of something.
Slowly but surely, Eric put one foot in front of the other, taking the first step of his last, and went to meet the ocean.
Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late
