Shut Up
"Shut the fuck up," she said. "I'm going fucking deaf. You're always too loud, everything's too loud. Now that all my friends left, this place is fucking dead. I wanna move out. When can we move out? This shit has got to stop. I'll run away" No, doubt I've heard that ten million times before. It happens every night after work. I come home, pull out my old acoustic guitar and try to relax. Then Dru comes with her usual rambling. Like she ever tries to help out.
"Get the fuck up," she said. "Your life is meaningless. It's going nowhere, you're going nowhere. You're just a fuck up," she said. "I'll live alone instead." She said "You don't care." I know I don't care. At times like this, I never care. Sometimes I wish I could give her a piece of my mind.
"I'll never ask permission from you," I say. "Fuck off. I'm not listening to you."
"I'm not coming home. I'm never going to come back home," she states and at times like this, I wish she would. She doesn't understand.
Next night. I got too fucked up again and passed out on the plane. Tried to forget you. I can't forget you. No sleep on this flight. I'll think about the nights we had to get through. How did we get through?
Another day, another fight. "I'll never ask permission from you," I say. "Fuck off. I'm not listening to you."
"I'm not coming home. I'm never going to come back home," she states and at times like this, I wish she would. She doesn't understand.
And all I can think. All I say in my head as I strum my cords on my guitar. As she yells at me and tells me how useless I am. I'll run away. I think it's time for me to leave. I'll run away. I think it's time for me to leave. I'll run away. I think it's time for me to leave. I'll run away. I think it's time for me to leave. I'll run away. I think it's time for me to leave. My little mantra you could say.
"I'll never ask permission from you," I say. "Fuck off. I'm not listening to you."
"I'm not coming home. I'm never going to come back home," she states and at times like this, I wish she would. She doesn't understand.
I'll run away. I think it's time for me to leave. I'll run away. I think it's time for me to leave. I'll run away. I think it's time for me to leave. I'll run away. I think it's time for me to leave. I'll run away. I think it's time for me to leave
A/N: Totally different from any of my other stories. I was listening to Shut Up by Blink 182 and this is what came out. Haha, the actual lyrics to the song! It kind of reminds me of a Drama assignment I had.... R&R please!