It's, like, 1 AM, and I should probably go to bed instead, but I have vacation now, so have some more songdrabbles. They're rubbish, I tell you, but they are my little babies. My little, highly retarded babies.
Take My Hand – Simple Plan
"Troy, relax. It's not the end of the world."
"Maybe not now. But what about tomorrow?"
"Maybe, but can't that be tomorrows problem?"
"I, it's just, I."
"Troy, get down from there. Take my hand." Chad stretched out his hand towards his crazy best friend and Troy only hesitantly grabbed it.
"I guess tomorrow can be tomorrows problem for tonight."
Tears and Rain – James Blunt
Troy regretted his choice. He was bitter. He wished to go back in time. He wished to change it. But honestly he thought, he would probably have done the same thing once more. Not because he wanted to, but because he would be caught up in the moment. It would seem right. No, not right. It was selfish and wrong, but he would do it for himself. Keep himself happy. No, not happy. He wasn't happy. He wasn't happy after losing his best friend. All he had was his beauty. And his beauty was definitely something.
Halfway Home – Jason Mraz
Through his entire life he had just waited for everyone to do as he pleased. He got what he wanted all the time. That was just the way, it was. But it changed one day. One day when he met him. Him, whom he could not just wait for. Because it wouldn't just happen. He had looked at him one day, and he had looked back. His eyes had said the same thing, he knew, his said. That it couldn't just happen. That they couldn't just have it. And that day he learned something. That he had to meet the things halfway. There were things worth fighting for. There were things worth not letting get away, when they didn't just come to him. And he was fine. He was fine now.
Can You Hear the F***ing Music Coming Out of My Car – Axis of Awesome
"Turn it up, Chad!" And Chad did. Driving through time with the radio set on the most annoying music, they could find and turned up loud. People hated them. People stared, people hated the fucking music. But they loved the fucking music coming out of the car.