Grease OST - 20. There are worse things I could do
There are worse things I could do than go with a boy - or two…
There was a time when Helen though Nick would be enough, that he could make her want to stop running, and maybe he was, maybe he did. But things are bound to get complicated when there are three in a marriage and the big shapeless lump of their work was a constant presence on the living room sofa. And then along came Stephen with his bright eyes and easy smiles and a terrible talent for getting himself into the worst situations possible. And Helen wasn’t quite sure if he was the way out or just made everything even more complicated.
I could hurt someone like me, out of spite or jealousy…
There was a time when I saw desperate longing in Stephen’s eyes as he kissed me and he was a fellow prisoner more than anything. We wanted the same but Nick was too infatuated with his work to see us. So I dropped Stephen and joined forces with a stronger ally - who knew Nick could turn his back on the priceless knowledge of eight years. That fleeting smile he gave Stephen told me that my former ally was the real rival now. And really, there’s something infinitely funny about the fact that our work helped deal with that little problem.
But to cry in front of you… that’s the worst thing I could do…
There was a time when you believed in your own boundaries and life was a constant challenge, who knew that owning time and with it endless knowledge and power would rob you of the thrill of fighting to win? Sometimes you dream… they swallow you alive and there’s darkness and Stephen and a bullet flying through the air and silence… You wake with a cry… the soft pillow is mocking you… Alex… you can’t breathe when he wraps his arms around you, trapping you with l-… thank god it’s dark and neither of you can see what you have become.
There was a time when Helen though Nick would be enough, that he could make her want to stop running, and maybe he was, maybe he did. But things are bound to get complicated when there are three in a marriage and the big shapeless lump of their work was a constant presence on the living room sofa. And then along came Stephen with his bright eyes and easy smiles and a terrible talent for getting himself into the worst situations possible. And Helen wasn’t quite sure if he was the way out or just made everything even more complicated.
I could hurt someone like me, out of spite or jealousy…
There was a time when I saw desperate longing in Stephen’s eyes as he kissed me and he was a fellow prisoner more than anything. We wanted the same but Nick was too infatuated with his work to see us. So I dropped Stephen and joined forces with a stronger ally - who knew Nick could turn his back on the priceless knowledge of eight years. That fleeting smile he gave Stephen told me that my former ally was the real rival now. And really, there’s something infinitely funny about the fact that our work helped deal with that little problem.
But to cry in front of you… that’s the worst thing I could do…
There was a time when you believed in your own boundaries and life was a constant challenge, who knew that owning time and with it endless knowledge and power would rob you of the thrill of fighting to win? Sometimes you dream… they swallow you alive and there’s darkness and Stephen and a bullet flying through the air and silence… You wake with a cry… the soft pillow is mocking you… Alex… you can’t breathe when he wraps his arms around you, trapping you with l-… thank god it’s dark and neither of you can see what you have become.