*American Gothic- Day*
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
It was a beautiful day, as Katherine stood in front of Elijah in an alleyway in Pennsylvania.
"Is that what I am to you? A means of survival?" he accused her.
"No. Of course, you're not a means of survival. You looked out for me, when I had no one. You've given me a second chance now, when no one else will." She rested a hand on the side of his face. "I love you. Elijah."
He turned his face away and she put her hand down.
"You don't believe me," she realized.
He looked at her.
"I want to. It's my disease. I just keep wanting to believe you, but how can I when, at every turn, you give me a reason to doubt you? I don't know you. I don't think I ever will."
He began to walk away.
She caught up with him, resting a hand on his arm.
He stopped walking and looked at her, then her hand, then her, then her arm, and finally her again.
She got the hint and let go.
"Goodbye, Katherine."
She could only watch, as he walked away, knowing that she'd lost his trust when she'd lied to him. Even if it was only one time.
*American Gothic- Night*
These five words in my head
Scream, "are we having fun yet?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
And this is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
