Yo, peoples! I decided that my chapters are so short, I'm going to write, write, write, write, write, write, write until I die. So there. Oh, and this chappy is Speed's POV of the entire after song ness.

Disclaimer: I own nothing…at all

Chapter 3: Lyrical Lies

It weird just sitting here after I left Jude's room. I want to be in her presence. I just want to run back in there and ask her what she really thought of the song. Maybe, I should play more. That always calms me down.

"A old man gave me a tip he said

'Don't waste your time with politics,' he said

'Just chase skirts instead'

'Life is too short, and you're almost dead' he said

'I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot'

'But never did I talk and talk and talk'

'If I had her back, I'd be as real as my age'

'I so don't blame them, I wouldn't do the same'

'But I can blame them, I'd sing her this'

And you want to be dressed in poetry

But imagery doesn't fit

And you want resizing

But darling dear get a grip

And I think what I just wrote is going over my head

I'm stealing lines from myself

And what I said was never said

It's just a lyrical lie

Made up in my mind

And you want to be dressed in poetry

But imagery doesn't fit

And you want resizing

But darling dear get a grip

You're moving but not aware

You're drowsy without a care

Except keeping your whites behind your lids

And your lids are your best canvas

I can only imagine what your painting, what your painting

And your body on my mattress is proof

And your makeup on your pillow is proof

But do you think I am telling you the truth

It's just a lyrical lie

Made up in my mind

And you want to be dressed in poetry

But imagery doesn't fit

And you want resizing

But darling dear get a grip

And you want to be dressed in poetry

But imagery doesn't fit

And you want resizing

But darling dear get a grip"

I put down the guitar and walk to the bathroom. I wipe my nose. It's not as if I want to cry, because I want to just let her know, without sabotaging or friendship. I walk into her room and lie down on her bed; I roll over to look at her.

"What's up?"

"Just got an email from Tommy, says he's stopping by the Quebec show," She says. Ugh, Tommy, I groan and roll my eyes.

"Great," I say sarcastically. I don't want him around when trying to convince her that I'm the right one! Not Tommy, the guy who'll always break her heart. What about the time he just up and left for Montana? Mason and I we're to ones to pick up the pieces of her, after he jumped on them and shattered them everywhere. Now, she's just willing to take him back after everything he's done?

"I was kidding," I say. I sit up to punch her arm, but before it reaches her, she grabs my fist and wont let it go. I glance into her deep blue eyes. She looks away. I lean into kiss her, because she's just acting like she wants that all along. But, of course, I ruin every little chance of redemption, and she gets up to walk away and take a Tylenol. I rub my head.

"What the fuck just happened?" I ask myself quietly. I get up to go and apologize, but that's not going to help any. If I try to say anything, she'll just push me away like always. What's a crush to do? Can I just tell her? Everything is over my head right now, and I can't figure out anything. So I'll just walk to my room and take a nap. Take a nap until the next show. The next show? Oh crap.

Quebec.

So, what'd you guys think? I'm hoping this is longer than anything before…. I'm just bad at writing long chappy's.

EMiLY