Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by John Mayer
It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
ED
You yelled at me. You said I took and took and had a one-track mind. Well so do you, I retaliated. All you want is to be Fuhrer. I'm stopping you, right? Is that why you're yelling at me? NO?! Well, stop being a hypocrite and tell me if that's your only goal. You told me I was being childish, just like you always do.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.
ED
You were late for our date. Again. Not like I was on time, but at least I was there within the 15 minutes. "An hour late, Roy?" I said it like I'm not used to it. Should I be? We've been fighting a lot lately. You say the promotion is stressing you out and making you work later. I noticed the new secretary wore a scarf today, despite how warm it got. When I commented on it, you scoffed and told me to mind my own business. Is it my business now, Roy?
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
ROY
I wanted to be with you, but you wanted to go the library. Your brother's back to normal and you got your leg back, Ed, what more do you want? You never stay the whole night anymore. I heard that Russ fellow is in town. His brother is friends with Alphonse. I know I flirt but dammit Edward, I know where to stop. Please trust me again.
Nobody's gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.
ROY
We almost broke up at the office 2 weeks ago. I mentioned your behavior towards a general. You called him an ass or something and I said that wasn't appropriate. The fight escaladed, as it often did. You told me to go find a whore, and then I said I did. I found you at that café we always go to. I told you I'd like for you to go with me to dinner. Last Wednesday, you told me I could easily sleep my way to the top. I said there was something little stopping me. You said it was my damn cowardice. That I was afraid of it. So close to breaking Edward. So damn close.
We're going down,
And you can see it too.
It's not like we're best friends. We're close. We share things. We hang out. Sure, but we don't bond and have fun and… I don't know. Have those friendly arguments? We fight, but that ends up badly and we get hurt. We're bitter lovers, stuck between the want to not be alone, and the want to not be emotional. So there's not really a bond. We were never friends. I suppose that's where we messed up.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
Dear God, I don't believe in you, but could you PLEASE help me. I can't stand this. This pain, this pleasure, this confusion… all of it! I hate this. I love it. I'm being torn apart on the inside. God help me. I don't want to go to hell again.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.
"Don't be mad."
"How could I not be mad, Fullmetal?!"
"Please don't yell."
"I'll yell if I damn well please!"
"It was nothing."
"Hell it was. You want him."
"Please, like it matters anyway."
"Why?"
"You're just going to yell and we'll fight and break up, right?"
"Is that what you want, Roy?"
I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw.
ROY
No, fuck no. I don't think I could ever hurt you, Edward. I would die before I let that happen. But what if hurting you once would save you the turmoil of heartbreak later? So what do I say? "Edward, you know you mean a lot to me." I was a playboy and I knew it. I was a womanizer and was proud of it. What happened to that man? I became whipped by a teenage boy turned man. He was just a toy… that's right. That's what I'll say.
"How dare you say it's nothing to me?
Baby, you're the only light I ever saw."
ROY
Or not. Maybe you'll hate my sentimentalism and yell. Yes, Ed, fuel the anger fire. Make me hate you, because, dammit, I need a reason right now. I want to hate you so bad. Fight me, Edward. Edward… be human and not be so angelic. Stop this crazy relationship. Stop it, Edward. End it so I don't have the guilt of hurting you. Hurt me. HURT ME.
I'll make the most of all the sadness,
You'll be a bitch because you can.
ED
I know I'm immature. Who wants to be all pompous and lousy like the old guys at country clubs? I'm the one who always has to fucking come and apologize to you. I always take the fall. You say you protect me from the higher ups, but hell, Roy, why do you complain about it then? Either want to protect me and do, or don't at all.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Because you can't understand.
"You fucker. What the hell were you thinking?"
"The same thing you were when you missed your mother."
"So you want this too?" He showed his automail to the general. "Or do you want to die? Because that's what'll happen, Roy."
"I've been reading."
"Oh hell, Roy. You can't do this."
"Why? Just because you couldn't do it perfectly doesn't mean I won't."
"So you think you're better than me?"
"Well I'm taller, smarter, wiser…"
"And older. And stupid enough not to learn from my mistakes!"
Dammit, please make me hate you.
We're going down,
And you can see it too.
ED
You told me yesterday I should go visit Al. So now I'm on a train, alone, headed to… Well, I'm thinking I'll get off in a few stops. I need a break. We need a break. SHIT. We need a break from each other. That's why you told me to visit my brother. You realized how we'd been at each other's throats all month. Congratulations, Roy. I think you're right.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
FUCK THIS SHIT. I'M SO OVER THIS. WHY DON'T YOU EVER APOLOGIZE? WHY AREN'T YOU EVER POLITE TO ME? I WISH WE COULD END THIS. I WISH IT WOULD END ITSELF. WE'RE BOTH SO MADISTIC. THIS WILL GO ON FOREVER, WON'T IT.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.
ROY
We've been fighting a lot, haven't we, Edward? It seems like as the week progresses, you keep pushing my buttons more and more. Then Saturday… that basted day… we fight so much that you are on the verge on tears. Oh Ed, how I wish I could take back those moments. But later on, once you let me back into the bedroom, we make love. And you tell me you love me, and I do the same. So on Sunday we are civil, with slight jabs here and there, but leave to work on Monday on unequal terms. Tell me, Edward, when did fighting become routine?
"Go cry about it - why don't you?"
ED
And I did. You couldn't hear me or see the tears, but they fell. The fell on your precious sheets that you bought with me. They fell on your journal that I read and learned about you and Hughes. The tears fell on your gloves that you always leave next to the bed. They fell over and over onto that ring you gave me on our 2nd anniversary. A promise ring, because it was all you could give me. Is that promise why we're still together? Roy Mustang does not break promises.
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room.
"Why don't they break up already?" He said, the cigarette dangling from his lips.
"They need each other." The woman said, her nose in a book.
"They hate each other."
"I don't think that's true."
"They fight all the time and yell and honestly, it's getting pretty tense around the office."
"They just need some time."
"It's been like 3 years, Riza."
"Like I said, time."
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
ED
It's Sunday morning. After that amazing sex, I think I'll make you breakfast. You're really not that bad, Bastard, despite what I say. I really do love you, you know. I'll make you an omelet, you like those. So maybe we can go to lunch today. I'd like that- to go out like we used to. You never take me out anywhere anymore…
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Alrighty then. That wasnt exactly what i wanted, but it's what you get. i think my stories like to run off away from where i planned. oh well.