Attack – 30 Seconds To Mars
They were together, and then they weren't. She was his, and then she was his. And it was him that made them them and then not. But that was okay. He enjoyed them while they were them, and looked forward to being them again when they weren't. It was the light at the end of the tunnel, the star in the darkness, and he liked it that way.
Sometimes, he drove her to Point Pleasant, just to see her smile and act like they were them. He paid for what she would allow, and secretly added money to account when she wouldn't. She probably knew he did that, but since they were them then, she didn't mention it. But maybe she didn't know it, because she was his and he knew that she didn't keep a good eye on her money. It didn't matter when they were them or when she was his (the other ones), as long as he got to spoil her, pamper her, love her (even if she didn't know it yet).
So she kept them being them, and also being his (the other ones), and it didn't matter, because she would be his and then they would really be them one day. Soon, one day soon, someday soon. Their someday would be soon, if he had any say in them, and he knew he did.
And then she wrapped her arms around him as they sat at their diner as them, and this time she was his (not just quite, but really). This time they were really them, she was his and he was hers. And someday, he would make it official.
But for now, he had a cop to take care of, because he was trying to break off them. But that was fine, because he knew she would never be his (the other ones) again.
This ones a little happier, and little fluffier. I don't know what it is, but I just keep writing the sad sorta morbid ones, eh? Oh well, I'm trying to write a little lighter stuff now, if the songs allow.
