We're All Dead Now!
This Is What I Do For A Living
“Oh, have I told you about the song that I’ve written?” I asked my darling Frank.
“You haven’t.” He replied.
“May I hear it? After all, Frank and I have been thinking about doing something. This could help.” Gerard chimed in.
“Fine, fine. Here goes weeks of work.” I said, clearing my throat.
“Stay out of the light
Or the photograph that I gave you
You can say a prayer if you need to
Or just get in line and I'll grieve you
Can I meet you, alone” I sang. They both looked interested.
“Another night and I'll see you
Another night and I'll be you
Some other way to continue
To hide my face
Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes
I keep a book of the names and those
Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go” They were really getting into the song now. Gerard’s foot was tapping lightly on the floor, while Frank was nodding his head a bit.
“Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace
I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day
Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't just for the fame
It's for the bodies I claim and those
Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go
Down
And down we go
And down we go
And down we go
And we all fall down
I tried
I tried” More tapping, more nodding. I have a very good feeling about this.
“And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death
We'll love again, we'll laugh again
And it's better off this way
And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now.” They laughed at that part, but why? It has something to do with prison. Something to do with the time they spent together. I stopped singing after that. I just said that the song was over, and left. They’re doing something, but I’m not ready to give up whatever we have just yet. This secret. This romance. This fun. I’m living the life I’ve always dreamed of. If living this means that I have to put up with the sneaking and secrets, then so be it.
“You haven’t.” He replied.
“May I hear it? After all, Frank and I have been thinking about doing something. This could help.” Gerard chimed in.
“Fine, fine. Here goes weeks of work.” I said, clearing my throat.
“Stay out of the light
Or the photograph that I gave you
You can say a prayer if you need to
Or just get in line and I'll grieve you
Can I meet you, alone” I sang. They both looked interested.
“Another night and I'll see you
Another night and I'll be you
Some other way to continue
To hide my face
Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes
I keep a book of the names and those
Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go” They were really getting into the song now. Gerard’s foot was tapping lightly on the floor, while Frank was nodding his head a bit.
“Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace
I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day
Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't just for the fame
It's for the bodies I claim and those
Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go
Down
And down we go
And down we go
And down we go
And we all fall down
I tried
I tried” More tapping, more nodding. I have a very good feeling about this.
“And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death
We'll love again, we'll laugh again
And it's better off this way
And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now.” They laughed at that part, but why? It has something to do with prison. Something to do with the time they spent together. I stopped singing after that. I just said that the song was over, and left. They’re doing something, but I’m not ready to give up whatever we have just yet. This secret. This romance. This fun. I’m living the life I’ve always dreamed of. If living this means that I have to put up with the sneaking and secrets, then so be it.
7/30/13