~ Stan ~
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Remembering when I would dress up in white cowboy clothes being the good guy while Kyle chose to be the bad guy dressing up in black clothes. We'd play a game we made up ourselves called The Shooting of the Cowboy Kyle & Stealin' Stan AKA: Bang Bang. The feeling of our backs together with plastic toy guns in our small hands in my backyard filled with snow with the cold breeze hitting our faces making our cheeks turn a red-ish pink.
"Ready... set... GO!"
We started running finding a hiding place until I quickly found Kyle behind me aiming right for my heart.
Bang Bang
He shot me down
Bang Bang
I hit the grond
Bang Bang
That awful sound
Bang Bang
My baby shot me down
~ Kyle ~
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up I called him mine
I would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play Bang Bang?
I shot you down
Bang Bang
You hit the ground
Bang Bang
That awful sound
Bang Bang
I used to shoot you down."
"You know what, Kyle? You used to be so much fun to date and go out with, but now, you're a whining, complaining little pussy!"
"You cold, heartless mother fucker! You never listen to me anymore!" I would yell.
"Well at least I don't have a million fucking problems!"
"I have problems because you don't listen to me like you used to!"
"That's all you ever fucking say anymore! Well I have problems too!"
"Oh, yeah? Like what?"
"Like YOU! YOU stress me out! YOU make me do fucking retarded things! YOU are the problem for eveything! WE. ARE. THROUGH! I'm going to Wendy because she doesn't complain about every little fucking thing!"
Then the door slammed. He was gone.
...
About a year later in my apartment living life well, I got a wedding invitation... from Stan? Oh... it's a wedding invitation for Stan and Wendy's wedding. God, I hated her so much... but I still loved him... but I had a surprise for him...
Music played and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang
At the wedding, still feeling like that wedding was for me. Those guests for me, the decor, the ringing bells, the whole thing. But no, they were for him.
Not us.
Now he's gone I don't know why
Until this day sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time... to lie
~ Stan ~
Sitting in my apartment, 2 years after Wendy's divorce with me... on a cold night in the rain.
*Knock Knock Knock...*
Who could that be at this time of night?
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*
Opening the door to have a grown up Kyle sopping wet.
"What are you doing here?"
"Getting my revenge, Stanley... I'm here, to get my revenge."
He pulled out a gun aiming for my head.
"Kyle? Kyle? What the fuck are you doing?"
"I already told you, Sweetie. I'm getting... My... Revenge."
Bang Bang
He shot me down
Bang Bang
I hit the ground
Bang Bang
...That awful sound...
Bang Bang
My baby shot me down
Thank you, thank you. Here is the title of the song :)
Bang Bang by Nancy Sinatra
