Erase (track 5)- Phil Vassar: Shaken Not Stirred; 2004.
Bad move, baby I let you in.
You're a tattoo under my skin.
And I can't wash it off.
It's a permanent mark .
Ranger took a burning gulp of his whiskey. The highest dollar whiskey money could buy. Something to drown the pain. Drown the future he thought he'd have, but never would. He'd done this for seven straight nights. Not like himself, and even he knew it. But the loss of his babe was hard. Too hard for even the toughest ex-army mercenary. But like an ex-army mercenary, he was too strong to cry.
(chorus)
I try to let it go.
I try to chill.
Still I fell I'm under your spell.
Why the hell
Can't I just move on?
Your memory stays with me.
I can't escape, I'm running in place.
I can't erase you.
He stopped drinking a shot before he would hit the illegal blood alchol level. Nothing left to do but go home. Unfortunately, he had to pass her apartment on his way home. He'd tried detours before, but the Bronco insisted he to her apartment. She wouldn't be there. And never would again.
My mind won't let you dissapear.
And can't find any way out of here.
'Cause you're stuck in my brain.
And its a miserable pain.
Day 8. Another horrible day. He avoided all his employees, cutting across the office hastilly and locking himself in the office. Tank pounded on the door, but backed off and slipped a note under the door. The note said:
(chorus-ok, so I changed it alittle)
You need to try to let it go.
You need to try to chill.
I'm sure you fell you're her spell.
Why the hell
Can't you just move on?
Her memory stays with you.
You can't escape, you're running in place.
You can't erase you.
I know it hurts man. I've lost people too. Get a grip. The whiskey is only a bandaid Manoso. In the long run, it will still hurt.
Tank left a scrbble of a signature behind. Whenever Tank mentioned Ric as "Manoso" he was really pissed at Ranger.
I'd give anything to be free from you and me
Me and you, what can I do?
Oh what can I do?
Ranger crupled the note into the size of a golf ball and threw it at the door. She was gone, forever. And he was supposed to just move on? Ranger knew he'd been stupid. Big bad Ranger, afraid of three words. God, if he had just said them, he'd have felt better. But he didn't.
(chorus)
I try to let it go.
I try to chill.
Still I fell I'm under your spell.
Why the hell
Can't I just move on?
Your memory stays with me.
I can't escape, I'm running in place.
I can't erase you.
Again, he headed to the bar. Tank was for sure guarding his door, like a panther waiting to pounce. Ranger resorted to the window. It was a three story sheer drop, but he'd rather face the cement than an angry army guy.
He ordered up one shot, and the bartender slid it across the bar to him a second later. He emptied it into his mouth, and then stared at the glass as he slowly swallowed it. It burned. He swirled the glass in a diagonal circle, the last drop following the bottom corner. He was contemplating another shot. That was the last thing he needed.
"Bartender?" Ranger lifted the empty glass, and the bartender handed him another.
Ranger stared at it for a moment. He lifted the glass and put it to his lips.
"You know, that could kill you." A familiar, female voice told him.
He jerked so suddenly, that a good portion of the drink sloshed down the front of his shirt. Not that it mattered. "Babe, what the?"
"I'll explain later. Hurry up, I have two seats on a plane to Las Vegas scheduled to leave in two hours." Said the beautiful brunette, standing in a glimmery cocktail gown.
Ranger stared at her, looking in her baby blue eyes feeling very vulernable. The woman, his babe was supposedly dead. Parametics confirmed it later. But how was she standing in front of him now?
"Babe?"
"I'll explain later. Hurry up, unless you don't want to go." She looked dangerous, not to anyone's life, but to Ranger. For a dead woman, she sure was making his heart do things it never had in his life, not ever.
He turned to the bartender, handed him a fifty and told him to keep the change. He was going to Vegas.
(I do plan to turn this into a story, eventually. Depends on the type of reviews I get. I could also use some suggestions on a title. I was thinking "Stays in Vegas" but that is a track(3) on Phil Vassar's new CD too.)