Sebastian / chapter 81

alivepunk:

Tim McIlrath // Rise Against

alivepunk:

Tim McIlrath // Rise Against

Rise Against - 1000 Good Intentions
29 plays

cass-attack:

Rise Against - 1000 Good Intentions

johnnyrockandroll:

That’s when she said I dont hate you boy
I just want to save you while there’s still something left to save
That’s when i told her i love you girl
But i’m not the answer for the questions that you still have.

johnnyrockandroll:

That’s when she said I dont hate you boy

I just want to save you while there’s still something left to save

That’s when i told her i love you girl

But i’m not the answer for the questions that you still have.

insect-in-your-ears:

The music played with a calming frequency.

The speakers gently seeped the sound

of ambient keyboards and light percussion,

creating a seductive soundtrack to our

midnight drive through curtains of blackness.

The windows were cold to the touch, reflecting

the icy conditions in our immediate extremity.

Salt stains and fingerprints littered the glass,

and streaks with melted snow cascaded down its length.

The music pulsed louder, yet gentle,

like the far away squeal of a pot of boiling water.

The skylight was glowing faintly

with a vague hints of an impending dawn.

The car raced along a painfully straight stretch of road,

and she hadn’t so much as turned the steering wheel

two degrees in the last twenty minutes, nor had we spoken.

.

As we were, so perfect, so happy

They’ll remember only our smiles

cause that’s all they’ve seen.

Long since dried, when we are found,

are the tears in which we had drowned

As we were, so perfect, so happy.

.

“Why are you doing this?” she spoke

as if not expecting a response.

Her voice penetrated the still air of our

speechless drive so silent my heart had jumped.

“I’m not doing anything,” I said,

but I didn’t even believe that myself.

“This is what’s best, for me, for you, for us,”

or maybe just for me I thought,

as a tear formed in the pit of her eye.

The music poured through the speakers

and we were losing ourselves in the cadence.

She looked down momentarily and closed her eyes

for a bit longer than a standard blink.

Then she was crying. Then she was shouting.

Then I was shouting, now pouring confessions,

having no answers or solutions,

we barely even knew the questions.

.

As we were, so perfect, so happy.

They’ll remember, only our smiles

cause that’s all they’ve seen.

Long since dried, when we are found,

are the tears in which we had drowned.

As we were, so perfect, so happy.

.

Don’t put me underground,

I was meant for a life somewhere else.

Please, love, give me the wheel,

before both of our hearts you

will steal tonight (will steal tonight)

.

As we were, so perfect, so happy.

They’ll remember, only our smiles

cause that’s all they’ve seen.

Long since dried, when we are found,

are the tears in which we had drowned.

As we were, so perfect, so happy.

.

Our cracking voices became part of the music.

The car pressed on faster through the night.

As our voices lowered,

The cadence again overtook the air.

Up ahead there was a curve approaching.

She made no indications of slowing.

sufferer-and-witness:

x

naebulokk:

Make It Stop (September’s Children) by Rise Against, from the album Endgame.

Easily one of my favorite songs.