"Wake Up Older"
Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch
And now my mouth tastes like yesterday's news
Well hello Jim Beam
Oh the places you've seen
If only you could talk
You'd tell me why he walked out on me and you
Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on
I drove around last night
Thinkin' 'bout our last fight
I cruised by your house
And all the lights were out and you were gone
So I found me a stranger
Well there is comfort in danger
But I thought about you
The whole time we were gettin' it on
Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
Wake up older
Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch and now my mouth tastes like
Yesterday's news
Julie Roberts
Friday, the 28th of March
It hadn't been Jim Bean who'd comforted Cassie, but really, is there much of a difference between liquors when you're seeking oblivion?
It had been a mutual decision only in that Cassie saw no other alternative, not because she didn't want to be with him any longer. Things couldn't continue in their current vein. They hardly spoke and when they did, it was awkward. He seemed to be somewhere else and she had no idea how to reach him. She wanted a real relationship. One that moved forward, one where she got what she needed from the man that she loved. They'd been through so much together, and it should have made them closer. But they'd both kept walls up for too long, and his never came down, it seemed. Cassie had finally started envisioning a future with someone. Not just someone she went to when she felt like having a good shag. Someone to share her hopes and dreams with. She'd done that already, in fact. Shared her hopes and dreams. And he'd been supportive.
The next logical step would have been moving in together. Not so that she could take over his space, but to add to both of their lives. To enrich their lives. He didn't see it that way, for whatever reason. Couldn't really give a reason other than needing his privacy. For what? Cassie couldn't figure out what it was he was doing that he needed to have separate living spaces. He wasn't seeing other women. He had his own office in which to conduct business that he didn't want her knowing about. She wasn't going to move in and kick his dog. "Taking a break." What a joke. That's what couples always said when they couldn't quite let go, but knew they couldn't continue. It left things messy that way. Harder to pick up the pieces when they weren't totally disconnected yet. She'd been almost numb throughout the discussion. The sort of disconnected coldness that he'd always encouraged her to have when in public came down on her finally. Reclaimed from a childhood in which it had been so necessary to have to survive. She'd come to Rhy'Din and been allowed to be angry, to be sad, to show emotion. But it was time to retreat again.
She'd gone home to nurse her wounds. Grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels. Turned the shower water on and sat down fully clothed, just letting the water beat down on her. Last time she'd done something like this.. Alain had been the one in the shower with a broken heart. But there wasn't going to be anyone stepping in to hold her while she built herself back up. Not tonight. Tonight it was her and JD. The tears didn't come for a long time. Not until she was well passed buzzed and into drunk. The shower had been turned off once the water became cold, but still she sat on the shower floor, soaked and shivering, drinking straight from the bottle. She'd passed out there.
Woke up the next morning with a half empty bottle beside her and a stale taste on her tongue.
Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch
And now my mouth tastes like yesterday's news
Well hello Jim Beam
Oh the places you've seen
If only you could talk
You'd tell me why he walked out on me and you
Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on
I drove around last night
Thinkin' 'bout our last fight
I cruised by your house
And all the lights were out and you were gone
So I found me a stranger
Well there is comfort in danger
But I thought about you
The whole time we were gettin' it on
Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
Wake up older
Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch and now my mouth tastes like
Yesterday's news
Julie Roberts
Friday, the 28th of March
It hadn't been Jim Bean who'd comforted Cassie, but really, is there much of a difference between liquors when you're seeking oblivion?
It had been a mutual decision only in that Cassie saw no other alternative, not because she didn't want to be with him any longer. Things couldn't continue in their current vein. They hardly spoke and when they did, it was awkward. He seemed to be somewhere else and she had no idea how to reach him. She wanted a real relationship. One that moved forward, one where she got what she needed from the man that she loved. They'd been through so much together, and it should have made them closer. But they'd both kept walls up for too long, and his never came down, it seemed. Cassie had finally started envisioning a future with someone. Not just someone she went to when she felt like having a good shag. Someone to share her hopes and dreams with. She'd done that already, in fact. Shared her hopes and dreams. And he'd been supportive.
The next logical step would have been moving in together. Not so that she could take over his space, but to add to both of their lives. To enrich their lives. He didn't see it that way, for whatever reason. Couldn't really give a reason other than needing his privacy. For what? Cassie couldn't figure out what it was he was doing that he needed to have separate living spaces. He wasn't seeing other women. He had his own office in which to conduct business that he didn't want her knowing about. She wasn't going to move in and kick his dog. "Taking a break." What a joke. That's what couples always said when they couldn't quite let go, but knew they couldn't continue. It left things messy that way. Harder to pick up the pieces when they weren't totally disconnected yet. She'd been almost numb throughout the discussion. The sort of disconnected coldness that he'd always encouraged her to have when in public came down on her finally. Reclaimed from a childhood in which it had been so necessary to have to survive. She'd come to Rhy'Din and been allowed to be angry, to be sad, to show emotion. But it was time to retreat again.
She'd gone home to nurse her wounds. Grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels. Turned the shower water on and sat down fully clothed, just letting the water beat down on her. Last time she'd done something like this.. Alain had been the one in the shower with a broken heart. But there wasn't going to be anyone stepping in to hold her while she built herself back up. Not tonight. Tonight it was her and JD. The tears didn't come for a long time. Not until she was well passed buzzed and into drunk. The shower had been turned off once the water became cold, but still she sat on the shower floor, soaked and shivering, drinking straight from the bottle. She'd passed out there.
Woke up the next morning with a half empty bottle beside her and a stale taste on her tongue.