Clayton Deveraux (gunsfullyloaded) wrote in gleek_out, @ 2011-03-07 21:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | march, noah puckerman, quinn fabray |
[Who:] Puck and Quinn!
[What:] Puck is hanging out in the choir room.
[When:] Monday after school.
[Where:] The choir room
[Rating:] Low-ish, but watch for swears. It's Puck
[Disclaimer:] Lyrics are Poppy's Song By The Slice of Summer. Never heard of them? SHAME ON YOU. Ask Me. I has the hookups.
well i had you with my first line
but then i lost you
and girl i haven't seen you since
i thought that i could trap you
inside of my mind
but i'm the one who's stuck with this
Puck sat alone in the choir room strumming lightly on his acoustic guitar. Most people wouldn't even realize this, but Puck? Had been spending quite a bit of time just sitting there, thinking. The closer it got to Spring Break, the closer, Puck knew, it got to Beth's first birthday. Now, you're probably wondering why Puck was bothered to think about something that wasn't even his responsibility anymore. Well, yes, that much was true but that didn't mean that Puck had completely forgotten about the baby. Oh no. In fact, it was very much the opposite. Ever since Juvie, he'd been thinking a lot, which was unusual for Puck, as he usually never though about anything aside from video games and sex.
you stole my confidence
replaced my thoughts without a care
now all i'm left with his this
this feeling that's got me singing out loud
this desire to scream your name across this town
and i can't contain my heart this time
its fluctuating rhythm wont' stop pounding at my rib cage tonight
you tied your love knot tight
The song wasn't one Puck would normally be caught dead singing. He'd heard it on of some dorky punk album that Cassie was listening too, and for some reason the words had stuck with him, and he'd been compelled to learn the chords. It hadn't been hard. He thought about all the things that had happened over the last two years. His multiple betrayals of Finn's trust, the birth of his daughter, her adoption. It was a lot for Puck's teenaged, typically single-minded brain to take in.
i wish i could see
into the future
so i would know what happens next
cause now i'm hung up
wrapped around your finger
your grip is choking me to death
He was really into the song, now. Losing himself in the simplicity of the music was an easy escape. His mom had gone all crazy on him and was on one of her kicks again. She didn't want him playing any non-Jewish music in the house [at least where she could hear it] so he'd mostly stuck with headphones and singing here in Glee Club.
gasping
lungs failing
a loss of words from lack of air
come closer
i need you here
this feeling that's got me singing out loud
this desire to scream your name across this town
and i can't contain my heart this time
its fluctuating rhythm wont' stop pounding at my rib cage tonight
you tied your love knot tight
As he finished out the song, he let the final chord just hang in the air. He felt so fucking emo singing about his emotions and crap but whatever. No one was around to hear him, right? So what difference does it make if he poured his heart out into an empty room?