[mind-the-muse] it's only life, don't look away
Tears are forming in your eyes
A storm is warning in the sky
The end of the world it seems
You bend down and you fall on your knees
Well get back on your feet yeah
Don't look away
Don't run away
Hey baby it's only life
Don't lose your faith
Don't run away
Hey baby its only life
Yea it's only life
You were always playing hard
Never could let down your guard
But you can't win
If you never give in
To that voice within
Saying pick up your chin
Baby let go of it
[Chorus]
Take your hesitance
And your self-defense
Leave them behind, it's only life
Don't be so afraid
Of facing everyday
Just take your time, it's only life
I'll be your stepping-stone
No, don't be so alone
Just hold on tight, it's only life
Life's this thing now. He always took it forgranted before. He took just about everything for granted before except for Sammy. Sammy, he knew what it was like to loose Sam one way or another. So there's life. It's almost a tangible thing to him now. Tangible in that he knows that he's not always going to have it; as in he knows it's less than two months and he's a goner and there's not a damn thing he can do about it. He should be over it by now, just have accepted it but it's not really an easy thing when he's got a brother who brings it up all the fucking time and a girl who looks at him like he's continually breaking her heart. He is, he knows that. He was selfish when he started this with Jo but it's too late now and he's just going to be selfish to his fucking grave because she's pretty much the reason he wants to keep breathing.
But there's this thing called life and he fooled himself that he was actually living it when he was whoring it up and drinking till he passed out. He thought maybe that was living but the real living is waking up with a curl he loves curled up in his arms and to hear the slow steady breathing her proof of life. To have her smack him around and beat him senseless when he fucks up. To have her look at him like he's everything she wants and that she wants to kill him for giving things up he didn't quite have yet (at the time he gave it up).
Living is having Sam fighting like hell by his side to help people and fighting like hell to save him. It's Sam looking like he's a lost little puppy wanting to bang a demon without wanting to admit he wants to bang a demon even though he's probably already banging a demon. It's a risky business kinda thing. It's Sammy with his heart on his sleeve being a jerk and trying to play stupid pranks that Jo wants to kill him for cause she inevitably gets caught in the crossfire.
Life is just this thing he's got to do till he dies but he's starting to actually enjoy it. It's beautiful that way and he knows he sounds like a sap and he always swore he'd never be one of those little bitches who gets led around by his balls. He's not quite there yet but it's close and he knows that too. It's the crazy time in his life when things seem insane. When things seem like nothings going to go right because he's got to fucking die and leave the two most important people in his world alone. He wants more mornings of waking up with Jo and kissing the shit out of her to stop her mindless rantings. He wants to curl around her and beg for more sleep and let her throw him out a couple of times so he can beg for forgiveness and prove to her how much he fucking loves everything about her as much as he hates some things about her.
It's only life though, it shouldn't mean this much all the time. It should mean less or more or ... something. He just wants to keep living it. Why is that so goddamn hard for him.
Muse | Dean Winchester
Fandom | Supernatural
A storm is warning in the sky
The end of the world it seems
You bend down and you fall on your knees
Well get back on your feet yeah
Don't look away
Don't run away
Hey baby it's only life
Don't lose your faith
Don't run away
Hey baby its only life
Yea it's only life
You were always playing hard
Never could let down your guard
But you can't win
If you never give in
To that voice within
Saying pick up your chin
Baby let go of it
[Chorus]
Take your hesitance
And your self-defense
Leave them behind, it's only life
Don't be so afraid
Of facing everyday
Just take your time, it's only life
I'll be your stepping-stone
No, don't be so alone
Just hold on tight, it's only life
Life's this thing now. He always took it forgranted before. He took just about everything for granted before except for Sammy. Sammy, he knew what it was like to loose Sam one way or another. So there's life. It's almost a tangible thing to him now. Tangible in that he knows that he's not always going to have it; as in he knows it's less than two months and he's a goner and there's not a damn thing he can do about it. He should be over it by now, just have accepted it but it's not really an easy thing when he's got a brother who brings it up all the fucking time and a girl who looks at him like he's continually breaking her heart. He is, he knows that. He was selfish when he started this with Jo but it's too late now and he's just going to be selfish to his fucking grave because she's pretty much the reason he wants to keep breathing.
But there's this thing called life and he fooled himself that he was actually living it when he was whoring it up and drinking till he passed out. He thought maybe that was living but the real living is waking up with a curl he loves curled up in his arms and to hear the slow steady breathing her proof of life. To have her smack him around and beat him senseless when he fucks up. To have her look at him like he's everything she wants and that she wants to kill him for giving things up he didn't quite have yet (at the time he gave it up).
Living is having Sam fighting like hell by his side to help people and fighting like hell to save him. It's Sam looking like he's a lost little puppy wanting to bang a demon without wanting to admit he wants to bang a demon even though he's probably already banging a demon. It's a risky business kinda thing. It's Sammy with his heart on his sleeve being a jerk and trying to play stupid pranks that Jo wants to kill him for cause she inevitably gets caught in the crossfire.
Life is just this thing he's got to do till he dies but he's starting to actually enjoy it. It's beautiful that way and he knows he sounds like a sap and he always swore he'd never be one of those little bitches who gets led around by his balls. He's not quite there yet but it's close and he knows that too. It's the crazy time in his life when things seem insane. When things seem like nothings going to go right because he's got to fucking die and leave the two most important people in his world alone. He wants more mornings of waking up with Jo and kissing the shit out of her to stop her mindless rantings. He wants to curl around her and beg for more sleep and let her throw him out a couple of times so he can beg for forgiveness and prove to her how much he fucking loves everything about her as much as he hates some things about her.
It's only life though, it shouldn't mean this much all the time. It should mean less or more or ... something. He just wants to keep living it. Why is that so goddamn hard for him.
Muse | Dean Winchester
Fandom | Supernatural