Hello! I was bored, so I decided to write a little song fic. This is based off of All Time Low's song, Too Much. Which I absolutely love. Please enjoy. :D
I miss you. Your face, the way your eyes sparkle. Being alone, not as great as it seems. It's getting a bit hard actually. I could have made some changes, maybe, I could have fixed it. Been different, better. We were too far gone though, I guess. Smothered in the love we had for each other, not bothering to come up for air. There's no chance for that though.
I thought we had all time in the world. We wasted what time we had though. Now, it's all gone. Too preoccupied, not thinking straight. I don't know where our minds went, do you?
We had such a nice place, somewhere to call home. Together. Home is where the heart is, as they say. To that, I say where did our home go? And what is this place we are in now?
Too much of a good thing can be too much. Well so can be everything. People get tired of things, of other people. Of each other. Just like most things, love can be too much as well. We had too much time on our hands, too much of us. There was no break for us. No you, and me. Just us. So we fought, believing that tomorrow was promised. Too Much
Admittedly, I still watch as the days go by. Waiting for something, that which I do not know. I'm starting to break down, every night, sleeping alone without you by my side. I should have known it would turn out this way. I made a few mistakes, and I know that. We were caught up in love, ignoring what was really going on.
We had such a nice place, somewhere to call home. Together. Home is where the heart is, as they say. To that, I say where did our home go? And what is this place we are in now?
I need something, a reason to feel. Like what we did, what we decided to do was right. Like it was meant to be let go. Please, take it slow. I can't be on my own anymore.
Too much of a good thing can be too much. Well so can be everything. People get tired of things, of other people. Of each other. Just like most things, love can be too much as well. We had too much time on our hands, too much of us. There was no break for us. No you, and me. Just us. So we fought, believing that tomorrow was promised. Too Much