the roof, Friday night

[nadiathesaint]

Yes. Nadia was back on the roof of emo.

Yes. She had her guitar of emo.

So, it stood to reason, that she was playing a song of emo.

After her lunch, she was pretty sure at least one of her better friends was now mad at her. Though watching the movie with Blair and crew had been fun. But then she'd felt guilty about having fun at Blair's expense when she'd messed things up so much earlier in the week.

So. Roof. Guitar. Song. Emo

I never thought you were the letter writing type
so now I see the words you chose the way you write
so I started to write back about the apple trees and the snow monsters
and I saw a bird, couldn't say what it was but I thought you'd know
you always surprised me

And if I wrote You
If I wrote You
You would know me
and you would not write me again

And when the spring came and flooded all the streams
It's like how you got the night you told me all you dreams
And when the barn roof sagged after an icy bout
It's like how you shrugged when you knew the truth was the only way out
but not the only way

And if I wrote you
If I wrote you
You would know me
and you would not write me again

We drew our arms around the bastard sons
We never would drink to the chosen ones
Well you know the way I left was not the way I planned
But I thought the world needed love and a steady hand
so I'm steady now

And I'm so happy
I had to tell you
And I love you
And you will not write me again
You will not write me again
You will not write me again

[ooc: bah. roof of emo is open.]