[Author's Note: I just read the last chapter of TheCuriousWriter's fanfic; In The Dark...And I honestly cried. I NEVER cry over fanfiction, but their fic tapped into something I had neglected for so long. Afterwards, I listened to Yellow Butterfly by Meg and Dia, a band I highly reccomend, and this fanfic was born. TheCuriousWriter, this is a tribute to you, your fic, and to Meg and Dia. The fic doesn't have much to do with In The Dark, but it was my inspiration and wanted to plug it for you, since you ARE my inspiration. Yellow Butterfly is © Meg and Dia, P and F are © Jeff and Dan and In The Dark belongs to TheCuriousWriter. Enjoy! -Kaylee]
We were twelve years old, playing at camp one day.
He couldn't stay away from that river's edge and I,
I turned my back to count, all the Evergreen Trees that surrounded,
I closed my eyes and I heard the water wake up, and I,
I can still hear him scream; it's still lingering, in the reeds, in the breeze,
"Brother, please help me! Grab my hand!"
"I can't, I can't!"
I can still see his face, sink under the waves,
Phinny please, breathe for me, give me time, I am here...
Where did you go? Where'd you go?
Where the angels so lonely? Weren't they satisfied by anybody else?
Can't everybody just lie to me? You're home, at home, waiting on me now.
Every night on a Sunday, my mind visits the same place I now hate,
Yes the place my best friend loved, now he can taste it; took him away...
It's been three years since then.
And when it hits the summer, I feel like I'm dying again,
Isabella won't talk to me, talk to me.
Isn't this pain guilt enough?
I can't even look out the window,
Without seeing where two should be, one
And I,
I can still hear him scream; it's still lingering, in the reeds, in the breeze,
"Brother, please help me! Grab my hand!"
"I can't, I can't!"
I can still see his face, sink under the waves,
Phinny please, breathe for me, give me time, I am here...
Where did you go? Where'd you go?
Where the angels so lonely? Weren't they satisfied by anybody else?
Can't everybody just lie to me? You're home, at home, waiting on me now.
Every night on a Sunday, my mind visits the same place I now hate,
Yes the place my best friend loved, now he can taste it; took him away...
And when the pain hits me like gunshots,
And I'm headed on my way to the floor,
I hear his name and it kills me,
Oh, bottles up, bottles up, bottles up.
And I'm trying my best to hurt me;
Candace says that it's way too much,
A razor to my wrist for each plan untouched,
Oh, cough it up, drink it up, drink it up...
I can still hear him scream; it's still lingering, in the reeds, in the breeze,
"Brother, please help me! Grab my hand!"
"I can't, I can't!"
I can still see his face, sink under the waves,
Phinny please, breathe for me, give me time, I am here...
Where did you go? Where'd you go?
Where the angels so lonely? Weren't they satisfied by anybody else?
Can't everybody just lie to me? You're home, at home, waiting on me now.
Every night on a Sunday, my mind visits the same place I now hate,
Yes the place my best friend loved, now he can taste it; took him away...
I went into a coma,
When I dived headfirst into Bad Beard Lake,
Heard your voice, Brother, I knew,
It was not a mistake.
They took me to a doctor,
And I told her, oh my heart would break,
If I couldn't be with you,
She just, gave me some pills...
But I saw you again,
As an Angel by the River.
Oh God, how you loved that river,
I bet that Heaven looks just like it...
And I'll like it, too,
Even though I hate it now, Bro, when I'm with you...
I'll be just fine. I'll be just fine;
We can sit, we can talk about,
Talk about, Butterflies...
Butterfly-ies...
Butterflies...Oh...
...Butterflies...