Fic: When the Music Stops - Almost Easy ( 23/?, Drake & Josh, R, Drake/Josh )
Title: When The Music Stops
Chapter: 23/?
Series: Drake & Josh
Author: dancinbutterfly
Pairing: Drake/Josh
Rating: R
Warnings: Slashy stepbrothers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Drake & Josh or Drake or Josh. *sigh* Sad. I do not own any of the lyrics used either. I just have them on my ipod. I own all original characters though.
A/N: I'm back! I missed you all. I hope you missed me too. Sorry I was gone so long. Life's been mental. For those who are curious this is my original inspiration for Sam.
Dedications: This is for the usual suspects. You ten odd readers who review EVERY time, I love you dearly and this story is totally and completely for you guys.Thank you for not giving up on me.
Beta: Assisted by wolfshark. Any remaining errors are my fault but I figured you all would want an update more than perfection.
Feedback: Pretty please? I care very much about this story and I want to know what you all think.
Summary: Music or medicine, Drake and Josh have many skills. After ten years of estrangement, they've learned a few things about those skills. Taking care of himself isn't one of Drake's. Letting go of Drake isn't one of Josh's.
All chapters here
Chapter 23 - Almost Easy
(You learned your lesson)Come back to me, it's almost easy (But first you fall)
“I swear to God, Josh, if you send me one more picture message, I will climb through the speaker of my cell phone and kill you. The blue shirt. The blue shirt with the black slacks! Stop obsessing and put them on.”
“But-“
“ARGH!” The line went dead.
“Megan?” He poked at his phone mournfully. “Megan? Come back! I don’t know what to do about shoes!”
The Reveille sounded from the speaker of his cell and he turned it gratefully back on. Breathless, he held the phone to his ear.
“Megan?”
“Black patent leather, boob. God! And they let you practice medicine?”
“On real live people,” Josh replied as he dug through his closet for those shoes. They were somewhere under all this clean. “Are you sure about the shirt?”
“Why do you ask, Josh? Really?”
“Because I crave your sage-like advice.”
“I know you do. Have you found your shoes yet?”
Josh tossed a pair of shorts off the floor of the closet and into his room. He really did need to organize his closet. “Um…”
“That’s a no.”
“It’s like you’re psychic.”
“I have spy cameras planted in your apartment.”
Josh pulled back and looked around his bedroom. His lamp was looking suspicious.
“Not really. Josh, put on your shoes. You don’t want to be late do you?”
“I don’t want seem desperate either,” Josh mumbled. He’d found his shoes. They were under his bed.
“Being on time isn’t desperate. Being thirty minutes early is desperate. Being on time is polite.”
“But…”
“Then be late,” Megan said coolly. “Who cares? I mean, the man left you. Twice. Fuck ‘im. Let him wait.”
Josh landed on his bed with a thump. He lay sprawled across his comforter as a hot panic flushed up his throat from his chest. “Megan?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think I should not go?”
Megan sighed in his ear. “I think that you want him too much to not go. I also think you’re too smart to rush anything.”
“Rush?”
“Don’t sleep with him, Josh. Come on. Try to keep up.”
“I-“ Josh began.
“You’re putty with Sam,” Megan said sharply. “So just….don’t let him touch you.”
“Don’t let him touch me? I want him to touch me Megan. That’s the point.”
“No, the point is to see if you can be SamandJosh again. SamandJosh wasn’t just crazy hang-from-the-ceiling sex.”
Josh sighed and glanced up at his own ceiling. “I miss that sex.”
“I know. Focus.”
“I’m focusing,” Josh muttered, sitting up. He did his best to hold onto the cell as he pulled off the fifteenth shirt he’d tried and put on the navy dress shirt Megan had suggested. “Should I wear a tie?”
“SamandJosh was also that really irritating mind-reading thing where you two were practically one person. It was you two taking care of each other and having those annoying inside jokes and irritating little gay things you did together like finishing each other’s sentences and watching old musicals. I mean, really.”
Josh had moved to his mirror over the course of her rant. “I like musicals. Seriously though, tie: yes or no?”
“I know. It’s revolting and no. No tie. You look like a mortician when you wear ties.”
Josh made a face at his reflection and left the top button of his shirt undone. Then he buttoned it. Then he undid it.
“Leave your shirt be, Josh. You look fine.”
Josh narrowed his eyes. “Seriously, do you have cameras in my room?”
“I don’t need them. You’re that predictable.”
“I’m leaving now,” Josh chimed, stepping into his shoes.
“Good. You’re running late.”
“Crap.”
“Don’t run. You’re gross when you sweat. Just be late.”
“But-“ Josh stuttered as he opened his front door. He’d never make it if he didn’t run.
“Don’t argue. Just go now.”
“It’s rude.”
“You’re not rude, you’re just fashionably late. And don’t forget your coat.”
“I wasn’t going to,” Josh muttered, darting back inside. He grabbed his coat off the hanger beside of the door.
“Good luck, boob.”
“Thanks, Megs.”
“Call me afterwards.”
“Not a chance.”
“You will. And you give me details. Lots of details. “
~*~*~
I try to hold on as you slowly slip away. I`m losing the fight. Treated you so wrong, now let me make it right.
The coffee shop was two blocks away from the apartment and was one that they had frequented often back when they lived in the apartment together.
They’d found Daily Grinds the day they’d moved in. That first night they’d been too tired to sleep and had gone exploring when the last of the boxes were emptied. They had clung to the venue on the virtue that it was the only 24 hour place within easy walking distance. Sure, they could catch the subway to the all night Starbucks, but Daily Grinds was their place.
When Josh had a late shift or Sam was feeling sleepless because his sister called with a message from their fanatical mother, this was where they went to unwind. Of course, at three in the morning, they didn’t partake of the caffeinated beverages but still. It was familiar. Homey almost.
And Josh hadn’t been in here since the break up.
One of the waitresses recognized him. She’d beamed at him when he came in and actually hugged him.
“I wondered if you guys stopped liking us or something,” she said warmly. “Your boyfriend’s already here.”
Josh didn’t correct her. He just gave her a small smile as she led him back into the warmth of the coffee shop.
Sam was sitting at a table in the center of the shop. He wore a green shirt with the sleeves rolled up this elbows exposing the muscles of his forearms as he clenched his cup of something that was emitting steam.
Josh loved the inside of Sam’s arms. They were paler than the rest of his arms with dark veins that he’d once spent hours tracing with his finger tips. Shaking his head ruefully, Josh figured he could carry on a conversation based solely on that if nothing else.
Sam stood up when he saw him and smiled. And Josh was so screwed. So very, very screwed because he was completely gorgeous. Still.
“I was afraid you weren’t going to show. Not that I’d blame you.”
“Megan called,” Josh said, which was technically true and a great excuse. Megan would be proud of his obfuscating. The thought made him smile through his nerves. “You know how she is.”
Sam smiled and Josh felt like someone had wrapped a lasso around his heart and lungs and pulled. “You couldn’t stop talking could you?”
“I have no idea what you’re implying.”
Sam just grinned and pulled back the chair next to him. “Why don’t you sit down? Carrie’ll be back with the coffee soon. I got you decaf. Hope that’s okay.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Josh said, knowing that his words were coming out faster than they should be as he sat down next to Sam at the kitschy table covered in postcards from all over the world. “Great. Awesome. Fantastic. Splendiferous.”
A single blond eyebrow rose. “Splendiferous?”
“Yeah. It was Monday’s word on my Word of the Day calendar.”
“This is why I got you decaf.” Sam said fondly. “I figure if you’re even half as nervous as I am, you could do without the caffeine. It always makes you a little…”
“Manic?”
“I was gonna say twitchy. But that’s a much nicer word for it.”
Josh pushed at the napkin holder that sat on the table. This had been so much easier ten years ago. Granted, he’d still ended up covered in hot coffee and he’d been less nervous then.
He glanced up and over at Sam and decided that he was no less handsome than he had been that first day. He was acutely grateful not to be holding a hot beverage at that moment, pressing his shaking hands flat against the tabletop.
“So,” Josh said, drawing the O out long and low as he searched for something, anything, to say. “What’s up?”
“You. You’re pretty much the only thing that’s up with me. How about you?”
“Work. I have lots of work. One of my favorite patients has had a relapse so, you know, trying to tweak the dosage, that kind of thing.”
Sam’s lips thinned and he tilted his head. “I’ve been saying since med school that you should’ve gotten a different specialty.”
“I like oncology.”
“No you don’t,” Sam said. “You never liked it. You don’t like watching people suffer. You don’t have the stomach for it. I remember.”
Of course he did. Sam had been the person he’d turned to when he got off those 40 hour shifts. Sam was there for him as when he devolved from a ragged, exhausted, mess of an intern to a pathetic, sobbing little boy. Sam was the one who’d held him together when he fell to pieces.
“They live because of me,” Josh pointed out.
“Yeah. And if you were doing pediatrics, kids would live because of you. And if you were doing research, people would live because of you too but you wouldn’t have to hurt for people so much.”
“You have no idea how I feel about my patients.” Josh snapped, pointing wildly. Then he blinked at himself and settled back in his chair. “This isn’t how I saw this going.”
“Me either.”
“We used to do this all the time.”
“You just wouldn’t admit I was right.”
“Because you weren’t.”
Josh smiled and looked into those sky-colored eyes. “I really missed arguing with you.”
Sam laughed and shook his head. “I know. I’d forgotten how frustrating you are.”
“It feels like home.”
Josh felt like a big sappy moron for saying but there it was, out in the world. Maybe that was a good thing. This was all about starting over, right? And honesty was key.
“Yeah. It does. God, I miss our home.”
“You shouldn’t have left,” Josh said. It came out less bitter than he thought it would - a resigned statement of fact.
“Yeah,” Sam sighed. “I shouldn’t have. But I’m trying to fix it now. So, coffee and conversation. It’s how we started this once right?”
“God,” Josh laughed, ducking his head, “I was such a spazz. I’m not going to spill this time.”
Sam’s still got this tiny little dimple in his left cheek. It kind of hypnotized Josh as Sam talked. “You’re still a spazz. I find it sexy. Always have.”
Josh is about to say something to that. Really he is. He’s got a witty retort all worked out, something about his spazz but the bell over the front door rings and there he is. Of course. Because his life wouldn’t be fully lived if things went well for him, would they?
Standing just inside the door, hair covered by a knit cap, was Drake. He had an unlit cigarette hanging between his lips that bobbed as he spoke to Carrie.
Josh wanted to sink into the floor but instead he took Sam’s hand and rose from his seat. “I think we should go.”
“But we just got here.”
“Trust me. Let’s just go, Sam. You owe me at least a little faith.” And the last two years and my broken heart, Josh thought, but mostly he was thinking about not letting Drake’s presence ruin his shot at rebuilding his life.
Sam’s pale brows knitted together but he nodded. It felt good to take his hand and walk towards the exit but the panic bubbling in the back of Josh’s throat wasn’t worth it.
They weren’t going to make it because Drake was going to see them and stop them. Murphy’s Law was the governing force of Josh’s life. And just like clockwork, Josh heard Drake call his name.
He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on Sam’s hand, and kept walking. There was no way he would follow them, was there? He couldn’t be that desperate.
But, then again, this was Drake. He was practically the definition of desperate nowadays. So maybe Drake was exactly that desperate.
The sound of hurried footsteps on the sidewalk behind them proved him right.
“Josh, please, man, just talk to me,” Drake pleaded. He caught Josh by the arm, just hard enough to stop him.
Josh took a deep breath and turned to face him. Then he looked back at Sam. Neither of them were smiling. His stomach dropped right down to the floor and sat there, heavy and knotted.
Sometimes, Josh believed that the universe genuinely didn’t like him.
Almost Easy by Avenged Sevenfold
I feel insane every single time I'm asked to compromise
Cause I'm afraid, I`m stuck in my ways
And that`s the way it stays
So how long did I expect love to outweigh ignorance
By that look on your face I may force the scale to tip
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I`m not...
Not insane
(I'm not)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Sad at all)
Come back again, it's almost easy
Shame pulses through my heart
From the things I`ve done to you
It`s hard to face, but the fact remains that
This is nothing new
I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories
Selfish beneath the skin
But deep inside I'm not insane.
I'm not insane, I'm not insane.
I'm not insane, I'm not...
Not insane.
(I'm not)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Sad at all)
Come back again, it's almost easy
(You learned your lesson)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(But first you fall)
Come back again, it's almost easy
Now that I`ve lost you it kills me to say
(Hurts to say)
I try to hold on as you slowly slip away.
I`m losing the fight.
Treated you so wrong, now let me make it right.
(Make it all right)
I'm not insane, I'm not insane. (chuckling)
I'm not insane, I'm not...
Not insane.
(I'm not)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Sad at all)
Come back again, it's almost easy
(You learned your lesson)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(But still you fall)
Come back again, it's almost easy
Chapter: 23/?
Series: Drake & Josh
Author: dancinbutterfly
Pairing: Drake/Josh
Rating: R
Warnings: Slashy stepbrothers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Drake & Josh or Drake or Josh. *sigh* Sad. I do not own any of the lyrics used either. I just have them on my ipod. I own all original characters though.
A/N: I'm back! I missed you all. I hope you missed me too. Sorry I was gone so long. Life's been mental. For those who are curious this is my original inspiration for Sam.
Dedications: This is for the usual suspects. You ten odd readers who review EVERY time, I love you dearly and this story is totally and completely for you guys.Thank you for not giving up on me.
Beta: Assisted by wolfshark. Any remaining errors are my fault but I figured you all would want an update more than perfection.
Feedback: Pretty please? I care very much about this story and I want to know what you all think.
Summary: Music or medicine, Drake and Josh have many skills. After ten years of estrangement, they've learned a few things about those skills. Taking care of himself isn't one of Drake's. Letting go of Drake isn't one of Josh's.
All chapters here
Chapter 23 - Almost Easy
(You learned your lesson)Come back to me, it's almost easy (But first you fall)
“I swear to God, Josh, if you send me one more picture message, I will climb through the speaker of my cell phone and kill you. The blue shirt. The blue shirt with the black slacks! Stop obsessing and put them on.”
“But-“
“ARGH!” The line went dead.
“Megan?” He poked at his phone mournfully. “Megan? Come back! I don’t know what to do about shoes!”
The Reveille sounded from the speaker of his cell and he turned it gratefully back on. Breathless, he held the phone to his ear.
“Megan?”
“Black patent leather, boob. God! And they let you practice medicine?”
“On real live people,” Josh replied as he dug through his closet for those shoes. They were somewhere under all this clean. “Are you sure about the shirt?”
“Why do you ask, Josh? Really?”
“Because I crave your sage-like advice.”
“I know you do. Have you found your shoes yet?”
Josh tossed a pair of shorts off the floor of the closet and into his room. He really did need to organize his closet. “Um…”
“That’s a no.”
“It’s like you’re psychic.”
“I have spy cameras planted in your apartment.”
Josh pulled back and looked around his bedroom. His lamp was looking suspicious.
“Not really. Josh, put on your shoes. You don’t want to be late do you?”
“I don’t want seem desperate either,” Josh mumbled. He’d found his shoes. They were under his bed.
“Being on time isn’t desperate. Being thirty minutes early is desperate. Being on time is polite.”
“But…”
“Then be late,” Megan said coolly. “Who cares? I mean, the man left you. Twice. Fuck ‘im. Let him wait.”
Josh landed on his bed with a thump. He lay sprawled across his comforter as a hot panic flushed up his throat from his chest. “Megan?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think I should not go?”
Megan sighed in his ear. “I think that you want him too much to not go. I also think you’re too smart to rush anything.”
“Rush?”
“Don’t sleep with him, Josh. Come on. Try to keep up.”
“I-“ Josh began.
“You’re putty with Sam,” Megan said sharply. “So just….don’t let him touch you.”
“Don’t let him touch me? I want him to touch me Megan. That’s the point.”
“No, the point is to see if you can be SamandJosh again. SamandJosh wasn’t just crazy hang-from-the-ceiling sex.”
Josh sighed and glanced up at his own ceiling. “I miss that sex.”
“I know. Focus.”
“I’m focusing,” Josh muttered, sitting up. He did his best to hold onto the cell as he pulled off the fifteenth shirt he’d tried and put on the navy dress shirt Megan had suggested. “Should I wear a tie?”
“SamandJosh was also that really irritating mind-reading thing where you two were practically one person. It was you two taking care of each other and having those annoying inside jokes and irritating little gay things you did together like finishing each other’s sentences and watching old musicals. I mean, really.”
Josh had moved to his mirror over the course of her rant. “I like musicals. Seriously though, tie: yes or no?”
“I know. It’s revolting and no. No tie. You look like a mortician when you wear ties.”
Josh made a face at his reflection and left the top button of his shirt undone. Then he buttoned it. Then he undid it.
“Leave your shirt be, Josh. You look fine.”
Josh narrowed his eyes. “Seriously, do you have cameras in my room?”
“I don’t need them. You’re that predictable.”
“I’m leaving now,” Josh chimed, stepping into his shoes.
“Good. You’re running late.”
“Crap.”
“Don’t run. You’re gross when you sweat. Just be late.”
“But-“ Josh stuttered as he opened his front door. He’d never make it if he didn’t run.
“Don’t argue. Just go now.”
“It’s rude.”
“You’re not rude, you’re just fashionably late. And don’t forget your coat.”
“I wasn’t going to,” Josh muttered, darting back inside. He grabbed his coat off the hanger beside of the door.
“Good luck, boob.”
“Thanks, Megs.”
“Call me afterwards.”
“Not a chance.”
“You will. And you give me details. Lots of details. “
~*~*~
I try to hold on as you slowly slip away. I`m losing the fight. Treated you so wrong, now let me make it right.
The coffee shop was two blocks away from the apartment and was one that they had frequented often back when they lived in the apartment together.
They’d found Daily Grinds the day they’d moved in. That first night they’d been too tired to sleep and had gone exploring when the last of the boxes were emptied. They had clung to the venue on the virtue that it was the only 24 hour place within easy walking distance. Sure, they could catch the subway to the all night Starbucks, but Daily Grinds was their place.
When Josh had a late shift or Sam was feeling sleepless because his sister called with a message from their fanatical mother, this was where they went to unwind. Of course, at three in the morning, they didn’t partake of the caffeinated beverages but still. It was familiar. Homey almost.
And Josh hadn’t been in here since the break up.
One of the waitresses recognized him. She’d beamed at him when he came in and actually hugged him.
“I wondered if you guys stopped liking us or something,” she said warmly. “Your boyfriend’s already here.”
Josh didn’t correct her. He just gave her a small smile as she led him back into the warmth of the coffee shop.
Sam was sitting at a table in the center of the shop. He wore a green shirt with the sleeves rolled up this elbows exposing the muscles of his forearms as he clenched his cup of something that was emitting steam.
Josh loved the inside of Sam’s arms. They were paler than the rest of his arms with dark veins that he’d once spent hours tracing with his finger tips. Shaking his head ruefully, Josh figured he could carry on a conversation based solely on that if nothing else.
Sam stood up when he saw him and smiled. And Josh was so screwed. So very, very screwed because he was completely gorgeous. Still.
“I was afraid you weren’t going to show. Not that I’d blame you.”
“Megan called,” Josh said, which was technically true and a great excuse. Megan would be proud of his obfuscating. The thought made him smile through his nerves. “You know how she is.”
Sam smiled and Josh felt like someone had wrapped a lasso around his heart and lungs and pulled. “You couldn’t stop talking could you?”
“I have no idea what you’re implying.”
Sam just grinned and pulled back the chair next to him. “Why don’t you sit down? Carrie’ll be back with the coffee soon. I got you decaf. Hope that’s okay.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Josh said, knowing that his words were coming out faster than they should be as he sat down next to Sam at the kitschy table covered in postcards from all over the world. “Great. Awesome. Fantastic. Splendiferous.”
A single blond eyebrow rose. “Splendiferous?”
“Yeah. It was Monday’s word on my Word of the Day calendar.”
“This is why I got you decaf.” Sam said fondly. “I figure if you’re even half as nervous as I am, you could do without the caffeine. It always makes you a little…”
“Manic?”
“I was gonna say twitchy. But that’s a much nicer word for it.”
Josh pushed at the napkin holder that sat on the table. This had been so much easier ten years ago. Granted, he’d still ended up covered in hot coffee and he’d been less nervous then.
He glanced up and over at Sam and decided that he was no less handsome than he had been that first day. He was acutely grateful not to be holding a hot beverage at that moment, pressing his shaking hands flat against the tabletop.
“So,” Josh said, drawing the O out long and low as he searched for something, anything, to say. “What’s up?”
“You. You’re pretty much the only thing that’s up with me. How about you?”
“Work. I have lots of work. One of my favorite patients has had a relapse so, you know, trying to tweak the dosage, that kind of thing.”
Sam’s lips thinned and he tilted his head. “I’ve been saying since med school that you should’ve gotten a different specialty.”
“I like oncology.”
“No you don’t,” Sam said. “You never liked it. You don’t like watching people suffer. You don’t have the stomach for it. I remember.”
Of course he did. Sam had been the person he’d turned to when he got off those 40 hour shifts. Sam was there for him as when he devolved from a ragged, exhausted, mess of an intern to a pathetic, sobbing little boy. Sam was the one who’d held him together when he fell to pieces.
“They live because of me,” Josh pointed out.
“Yeah. And if you were doing pediatrics, kids would live because of you. And if you were doing research, people would live because of you too but you wouldn’t have to hurt for people so much.”
“You have no idea how I feel about my patients.” Josh snapped, pointing wildly. Then he blinked at himself and settled back in his chair. “This isn’t how I saw this going.”
“Me either.”
“We used to do this all the time.”
“You just wouldn’t admit I was right.”
“Because you weren’t.”
Josh smiled and looked into those sky-colored eyes. “I really missed arguing with you.”
Sam laughed and shook his head. “I know. I’d forgotten how frustrating you are.”
“It feels like home.”
Josh felt like a big sappy moron for saying but there it was, out in the world. Maybe that was a good thing. This was all about starting over, right? And honesty was key.
“Yeah. It does. God, I miss our home.”
“You shouldn’t have left,” Josh said. It came out less bitter than he thought it would - a resigned statement of fact.
“Yeah,” Sam sighed. “I shouldn’t have. But I’m trying to fix it now. So, coffee and conversation. It’s how we started this once right?”
“God,” Josh laughed, ducking his head, “I was such a spazz. I’m not going to spill this time.”
Sam’s still got this tiny little dimple in his left cheek. It kind of hypnotized Josh as Sam talked. “You’re still a spazz. I find it sexy. Always have.”
Josh is about to say something to that. Really he is. He’s got a witty retort all worked out, something about his spazz but the bell over the front door rings and there he is. Of course. Because his life wouldn’t be fully lived if things went well for him, would they?
Standing just inside the door, hair covered by a knit cap, was Drake. He had an unlit cigarette hanging between his lips that bobbed as he spoke to Carrie.
Josh wanted to sink into the floor but instead he took Sam’s hand and rose from his seat. “I think we should go.”
“But we just got here.”
“Trust me. Let’s just go, Sam. You owe me at least a little faith.” And the last two years and my broken heart, Josh thought, but mostly he was thinking about not letting Drake’s presence ruin his shot at rebuilding his life.
Sam’s pale brows knitted together but he nodded. It felt good to take his hand and walk towards the exit but the panic bubbling in the back of Josh’s throat wasn’t worth it.
They weren’t going to make it because Drake was going to see them and stop them. Murphy’s Law was the governing force of Josh’s life. And just like clockwork, Josh heard Drake call his name.
He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on Sam’s hand, and kept walking. There was no way he would follow them, was there? He couldn’t be that desperate.
But, then again, this was Drake. He was practically the definition of desperate nowadays. So maybe Drake was exactly that desperate.
The sound of hurried footsteps on the sidewalk behind them proved him right.
“Josh, please, man, just talk to me,” Drake pleaded. He caught Josh by the arm, just hard enough to stop him.
Josh took a deep breath and turned to face him. Then he looked back at Sam. Neither of them were smiling. His stomach dropped right down to the floor and sat there, heavy and knotted.
Sometimes, Josh believed that the universe genuinely didn’t like him.
Almost Easy by Avenged Sevenfold
I feel insane every single time I'm asked to compromise
Cause I'm afraid, I`m stuck in my ways
And that`s the way it stays
So how long did I expect love to outweigh ignorance
By that look on your face I may force the scale to tip
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I`m not...
Not insane
(I'm not)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Sad at all)
Come back again, it's almost easy
Shame pulses through my heart
From the things I`ve done to you
It`s hard to face, but the fact remains that
This is nothing new
I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories
Selfish beneath the skin
But deep inside I'm not insane.
I'm not insane, I'm not insane.
I'm not insane, I'm not...
Not insane.
(I'm not)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Sad at all)
Come back again, it's almost easy
(You learned your lesson)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(But first you fall)
Come back again, it's almost easy
Now that I`ve lost you it kills me to say
(Hurts to say)
I try to hold on as you slowly slip away.
I`m losing the fight.
Treated you so wrong, now let me make it right.
(Make it all right)
I'm not insane, I'm not insane. (chuckling)
I'm not insane, I'm not...
Not insane.
(I'm not)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Sad at all)
Come back again, it's almost easy
(You learned your lesson)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(But still you fall)
Come back again, it's almost easy