To The End: By: My Chemical Romance
He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb
He's always choking from the stench and the fume
The wedding party all collapsed in the room
So send my resignation to the bride and the groom
Let's go down!
This elevator only goes up to ten
He's not around
He's always looking at men
Down by the pool
He doesn't have many friends
As they are
Face down and bloated
Snap a shot with the lens.
If you marry me,
Would you bury me?
Would you carry me to the end?
So say goodbye to the vows you take
And say goodbye to the life you make
And say goodbye to the heart you break
And all the cyanide you drank.
She keeps a picture of the body she lends
Got nasty blisters from the money she spends
She's got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz
She drives at 90 by the Barbies and Kens
If you ever
Say never too late
I'll forget all the diamonds you ate
Lost ina coma and covered in cake
Increase the medication
Share the vows at the wake
(Kiss the bride)
If you marry me,
Would you bury me?
Would you carry me to the end?
So say goodbye to the vows you take
And say goodbye to the life you make
And say goodbye to the heart you break
And all the cyanide you drank.
And say goodbye to the last parade
And walk away from the choice you made
And say goodbye to the hearts you break
And all the cyanide you drank.
So say goodbye to the vows you take
And say goodbye to the life you make
And say goodbye to the hearts you break
And all the cyanide you drank.
So say goodbye to the last parade
And walk away from the choice you made
And say goodnight to the hearts you break
And all the cyanide you drank.
To the last parade
When the parties fade
And the choice you made
To The End.
Every Me And Every You: Chapter 3: Change Your Mind
"So, I take it that you know Potter?" Drake inquired, his blonde bangs falling deliciously in front of his eyes; teasing her.
"Yes, she happens to. Now, why the bloody hell would she know you, Malfoy?" Harold looked mad for some unknown reason.
"Huh, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you two had a past." Her eyes swept over them, towards the door. Soft brown curls blocked her crystal clear view.
"Unfortunately, we do."
"Very unfortunately." Blondie added needlessly.
"Well, this is interesting, isn't it?" She was getting bored with the situation. "So, do you guys like Good Charlotte?"
"Good Cheryl?" Harlem asked. He seriously seemed clueless.
"They're a band. Actually, they're pretty popular. I'm surprised you don't know who they are. So, anyway, what are some of your favorite bands?" Ana looked at Drake and Harry when she said this.
"Ugh, let's go." Drake grabbed her by the hand and led her away from the table. They had just rounded the corner when he pushed her up against the wall and started sloppily kissing her neck.
"Do you make out with all of the girls you meet?" She asked, gasping as he moved lower down her body. 'Humph' was all that was heard.
"Drake, stop now. People are watching." In fact, people were watching.
People named Harry Potter.
Free
Is all that she could bleed
That's why'll she'll never stay
White
Bare naked in the night
Just lookin' for some play
Harry walked home alone that afternoon. Seeing that gorgeous goddess making out with his worst enemy was not on his to-do-list.
Just
Another girl
That wants to rule the world
Any time or place
And when
She gets into your head
You know she's there to stay
As he was sulking in his own self-pity, an idea popped into his head. He'd go see her, and win her love!
But could he do it? For once, the famous Harry Potter had his doubts about himself. That's what this…this…this girl…did to him.
You want it
She's got it
Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind
She's got your
Your pistol
Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind
Slow
She's burnin' in your soul
With whispers in your ear
It's okay
I'll give it anyway
Just get me out of here
"Oh, my god, you whore." The boy could barely keep from screaming. His blonde hair was wet with perspire; his eyes were misty; his body was shaking; and he was loving it all.
She grinded her hips into his one last time, and with a moan, collapsed on top of him. As the boy tried to regain his breathing pattern, the girl got up and left the bed.
"What are you doing?" He could barely talk. Everything had just been so intense about twenty seconds ago; and now, here she was, standing, as if nothing had just occurred.
"I'm bored."
You'll plead
You'll get down on your knees
For just another taste
And when
You think she's gonna
Let you in
That's when she fades away
"Are you serious? You're going to leave after that?"
"Yeah, why should I stay?"
"Because you're tired?"
"But I'm not."
"Well, that's not normal."
"Sweetie, I wish you'd understand: I'm not normal.
And with that, she left.
You want it
She's got it
Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind
She's got your
Your pistol
Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind
The street was deserted, except for a few cars speeding by here and there. It was now dark. She suspected her mother had left after the girl had not returned from her "trip".
Her sandals made a steady beat of tap-tap-tap on the pavement. She saw a silhouette in the distance. Approaching the dark stranger, she called out, "Hey, what's your problem?"
"What's yours?" The shadow asked back.
"What the hell do you want?" She was getting very impatient. And that wasn't a good thing.
"You."
That's when she felt the arms grabbing her from behind. That's when she felt herself falling. That's when she felt the pain.
You want it
She's got it
Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind
She's got your
Your pistol
Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind