Chapter 27: Ambivalent. Part IV.
Narrator
"'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends. Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba." She sang hoarsely before coughing loudly. It wasn't any kind of cough that made anyone think she was sick, it sounded like she was choking kind of cough.
Frank's eyebrows fell together as he tilted his head at his best friend.
"Are you gonna live?" He finally asked as he emerged from the shadows. Eliese turned to face him with a dizzy feeling reeling through her head. She stared at him through blurry eyes.
"I don't think so." She stated honestly but Frank took it as a joke. He chuckled and sat down on the floor beside her. Eliese was wearing a plain black tee shirt with a pair of high waist cow-girl jeans, or as her mom would call them modern day hippie jeans. That always made Eliese laugh because her and her mom have the same jeans just different generations.
Frank nosily looked into Eliese's notebook to see what she's been writing down, mindless doodles and foot notes that only made sense to Eliese. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Frank always thought Eliese made a better photographer than she did a writer but he could see her being the frontman of a band or writing songs. He thinks that no matter what she does, she does it 10x better than anyone else. Just like the lyrics he saw written down, they're 1000x better than what he could do.
"Kill All Your Friends"
Well you can hide a lot about yourself,
But honey, what're you gonna do?
And you can sleep in a coffin,
But the past ain't through with you.
'Cause we are all a bunch of liars.
Tell me, baby, who do you wanna be?
And we are all about to sell it,
'Cause it's tragic with a capital T.
Let it be, Let it be, Let it be!
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And you're walking away, and I will die in this place.
Sometimes you scrape and sink so low,
I'm shocked at what you're capable of.
And if this is a coronation,
I ain't feeling the love.
'Cause we are all a bunch of animals
That never paid attention in school.
So tell me all about your problems;
I was killing before killing was cool.
You're so cool, You're so cool, So cool!
'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
